Writing helps me find myself.
i was thinking of you – wondering where you were, how you were, what you may be doing this moment. i was thinking of all the things i would have told you – or rather, not told you, despite my longing to tell you all. and with each step i took, i came to greater… Read more
deep in the forest of mistrust and pain there rests my heart, quite lonely though safe people attempt to find it but in vain for they know not the way to my most sacred place but you seemed to know the way through the forest you took no wrong turns, and fell in no traps… Read more
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