I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts. A collection of sentences with no endings. An unwritten story thought out a million times. I swear I've written novels inside my head. I am a bundle of theories with no backbone other than my passion and logic of love. I am a complete and utter mess but I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Thoughts
RandomYou're an artist," I tell him. "How so?" "You paint a smile on every face you come across," I say, "but there's always a twist with artists." "What's my twist?" "You never paint a smile on yourself."
