My lips are chapped. I mean, seriously chapped. And yet I still keep biting on them. The way wounds taste... this will sound weird but the faint saltiness holds an allure to me. Most of the time I tolerate the pain... since that are light and brief. But others... they kind of hurt. Like right now.
Sigh.
They feel bruised... bumpy... weird...
And my teeth. I've always known I'd need braces. Sigh. Again.
Yeah... I am annoyed and impatient right now but this is going to be my new policy: never erase anything you typed before.
Let's see how this'll turn out.
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The Things I Won't Ever Say to You
RandomThis story starts with a love poem. Minn Wang is a girl from the island country Taiwan, which always seemed to be referred to as a part of China. Coming to America for the second long stay, this time possibly for the rest of her life, Minn goes to s...
