Half to midnight, a reoccurring theme. This is when my thoughts come alive, surging through my body like electrical impulses. That's exactly what it is, electricity that keeps me awake. My veins are ignited with thoughts of you, thoughts of me, thoughts of us. My soul is catching fire. Half to midnight...
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Inside My Own Head
Não FicçãoThe contents of my private journal, spilled out onto the internet.
