I believe I have found my speck.
The one that is my life, my world, my soul.
I have found her, for now.
Because, love always begins with a smile.
It grows with a kiss.
And it always ends,
In a teardrop.
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Poetic Thoughts of a Disturbed Young Girl
PoetryI'm bored, and I decided that writing down these random poems or thoughts that I think of would be better than attempting to solve crimes or something for entertainment so... Also, you can find these on Tumblr.
