My eyes are hefty with bitterness and fatigue, it's distinctive.The way I mourn for the chances I never took, the way I say it's too late now. I do not want to be heavy with sorrow.I want to be jam-packed with stories and memories.Regime is holding me tight again. I'm going to the same places day after day again. It's not too late to change right?
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Memoirs Of A Crying Darling
De TodoShe always tried to write happy stories and think happy thoughts and to adumbrate the future that may or may not await her.
