woven in silk, she laid adorned in a bed of flowers, colors muted as if they had stood the test of time. her heart cried for hours on end, her soul craved release. she asked the voices what to do, how to rid herself of her burdens, the ones that littered her mind and clouded her thoughts.
so she wrote it.
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vanteism
Aug 19, 2017 08:40PM
i guess i own you guys an explanation. my love for writing was never something that was steady, i constantly found myself caught in between writing what i wanted and what others wanted. my heart was...Ver todas as conversas