Wintery nights filled with scratchy raw throats and decadent sistersouls. She braids my hair weaving in daisies and stars, pretending to send innocence to my faded heart-shaped soul through dirty-coloured strands of hair. Restoring me
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oh how i know that all too well :(
hang in there darling. you're too beautiful.
xoxox.
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Thank you, love.
xx
xoxo xx__♥
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&you too of course,
always ♥ _xx
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Oh, thank you!
That means the world, darling.
Truly.
(&Iloveyou as well. You
should know that
by now.) :]
xoxo xx__♥
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it would lead me to treasure.
xoxo.
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{x x x}
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Although I barely know you I would like to keep reading (I do read all your writings, even if I'm a slack commenter), if your new home isn't too private. I looked and added, anyway.. xxx
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Oh! I love doing that as well.
I leave little notes for waitresses
and random strangers with tears hidden away.
They do read them you know..I'm quite convinced.
Sometimes it's the only magic of their day.
(I'm here still, but more there.. :]
I added you back,dear♥)
xoxo xx__♥
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