"I will reopen old wounds, inflict new ones, and shed every ounce of sanity left coursing through my veins. I will spill all the crimson words of poetry that overflow from me and with my wrists bare and pale, I will rewrite my love for you."
You may think my stories are sad, but, honestly, I just don't sugarcoat the truth.
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decimrose
May 21, 2015 01:53AM
Okay. Let me rant for a moment please.So we're at lunch, eating and talking amongst each other when, someone at the table mentioned something about how she knew someone whose boyfriend committed sui...View all Conversations
Stories by Jess Williamson
The Promises I Couldn't Keep #Watt...
To all the promises I made, and tried so hard to stay true to, but, in the end, they just became promises I c...
