I am tired of life, as it is sometimes called. I do not want half-way. I do not want half-done. I want blood. I want flames. I want the sun to burn me. Somedays i cannot help but think that we are all just a bunch of whores who can't decide whether we do it for the sex or for the money and all the while just want to be loved, but don't know where
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I love reading your words and knowing your thoughts. Thank you for being so honest about your current state. It somehow gives me hope. I think mainly because the fire in your belly proves that things are not as they are meant to be and that there is a greater destiny to which we are called.
Keep waiting. Keep running.
Love,
Grace
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