thank you oh so very much. and i'm grateful for your honesty (i feel locked in by the lies everyone is telling nowadays). if i may ask, why am i intimidating? it's one of the last words i would assign to myself - i am intrigued. love.
dearest, meredith, I just wrote my first storysegment in months and months. it's not honest and it's not poetry, but I did send it to the internet in hopes that it might make you feel one sixteenth better.
p.s.: you can shove headlights through my aortas, I couldn't care, I'd still have hammertoes, my tongue would still be white and swollen. but alas, a sigh is one way to live, but its not one I would recommend.
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p.s.: you can shove headlights through my aortas, I couldn't care, I'd still have hammertoes, my tongue would still be white and swollen. but alas, a sigh is one way to live, but its not one I would recommend.
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