At the age of 19, I learned that up my sleeve wasn't the best hiding place for my heart because there were always one too many pickpockets around. Pickpockets who were always searching for naive hearts to fall in love with before carelessly tossing in the bin.
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I love the word pickpocket. Pickpocket. Pickpocket. PICKPOCKET!!!
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RandomA collection of the little fishes that swim around in my head. Some people call them quotes, short stories, poems, rants etc. They distract me when I'm supposed to be doing 'important' things like homework or cleaning my room. All rights reserved...
