I'm the kind of girl who lives for the sun. the girl who craves the Suns kisses on my skin but, for some reason I was born in the dead cold of winter. not literally of course..since my birthday is in June, but it was on the coldest nights of my junior year when I found myself, when I found love and when I lost it - both the friendly kind as well as the movie kind. it was the beginning of the real me and not the person everyone used to make me out to be. funny how one can find themselves when they aren't themselves.
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From the Mind of a Girl
Historia Cortaa series of short pieces I've written about random stuff... so far about missing someone , about one horrible night of drinking to escape ...and so on
