I don't know if you like me, I don't know if you care, because one moment your smile is burning with passion, the next your shoulder is covered in ice.
-Roadside Memories
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
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I don't know if you like me, I don't know if you care, because one moment your smile is burning with passion, the next your shoulder is covered in ice.
-Roadside Memories
