a day; day 1
Better through the ink of nostalgic words
Will I know myself
Better in the suns’ heat
And the smell of the desert’s rain
I am fourteen years strong
And three years weaker than yesterday.
Better through the burden of memory
Than false skill
I know myself
Better this way
As you knew me too.
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it was good to see you the other day- im curious as to how your summer went =)
Big fan of Chopin- did not know that they used similar chord structures though- i suppose my ear lacks the training-
school is interesting
it's a strange year and it fucks with your emotions
but im preparing myself
how is school for you so far?
hope all is well..
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you're lovely in every way.
that is all.
love,
me.
(and because you've never gotten one of my messages,
me is mikayla/kayla from school)
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thanks darling you're sweet..
im excited to be doing this project with you- i hope we get it going quickly =)
keep commun-i-cate-in!
yours,
paulina
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