Why do I write?
Half to save my life, half in an effort to explain what makes life ugly, difficult, dreadful, and indescribably worthwhile. (Of course it's about a girl)
This is what I learn in my time alone.
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I hope these bring you the beauty; the same light they brought to my dark corners... The same ten thousand kisses they gave my scars... I do ask one thing; remember as you read, each word is blood stained.
-Alexzandra