Sept. 26, 2011:
Slowly but surely
We crept on each other
But the possibility of us
Being together was too risky.
So we lingered.
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"There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
-Ernest Hemingway
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ABOUT ME
25. California. Insightful words. Catchy song lines. Wallflowers. Happy wagons. Paper hearts. Things in jars. Rainy days. Minimum wage. & Books that end with no last page.
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yvonnemarie
Jul 17, 2013 11:18AM
It's 4AM. It's summer and It's blazing hot in my bedroom right now, but I just felt like writing about winter, I guess. haha. I added a chapter to Why I Couldn't Hit "Send". I don't know if you can...View all Conversations
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