harry and august. no magic, no cancer, just pain that demanded to be felt on both ends of the string.

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

papyrus sheets describing their entities. various talented artist. follow and read their poetry. all love. writers comment your page under your poetry.

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

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Consider this Poetically Driven Part 2. Not about me but about YOU. All rights reserved ©

Driving a car, Singing in a bar, Naked nights, Bad fights, All this time was given, To just be Poetically Driven. All rights reserved ©