Words From this Dark Heart of Mine
I get depressed....I come here. Surrounded by my walls of my words. Vote, comment,follow or whatever.
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I get depressed....I come here. Surrounded by my walls of my words. Vote, comment,follow or whatever.
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )