A Place to Just Sit and Read. And what of such ungodly hours and the sacrifices you make. When it will all consume you with its thirsty claws. And you will walk on fire simply for the moments of silence you have dedicating to all that it was. Because it withered away like the words you would often leave. Etched into your wrists for a while. To get them in the closest proximity to your veins, to feel them inside of you. But how long will you keep running farther and farther away.

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Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je viens de récupérer internet. Était là pour votre mariage. Était aussi là tou le week end. Donc tou va bien! Les oraux sont passé ENFIN. On mange plus, on a mal au ventre, c HORRIBLE. À passé écrit, les résultats. Ou non et les vacances.

They said there is more to every person than meets the eye and I always disagreed with that generalization. Because some are poets and others are poetry. Some are empaths and others are sociopaths. And sometimes one selfish person can be nothing more. And maybe we need to stop emptying our palletes on canvases resistant to our water colours. The days have become cruel. Like they so often do. When I must allow my bandwidth. To things that no longer have to do with you.