Every time I write these words they become a taboo, making sure my punctuation curve,every word here is true. Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof.Im talking poetic justice, poetic justice. If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb. If you looking in the mirror, love is not just a verb. Its you looking for it, maybe call me crazy, we can both be insane. A fatal attraction is common and what we have in common is pain.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 21:04:06 +0000
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