What is it with time of year? Winter finally creeps up on Texas as spring rounds the corner and I grow fonder and fonder of putting my fist into glass to break the mirror that reflects the troubles and ghosts of memories past. Only to use one of those shards that hang from the stage lights above it to peel away the first layer of skin, then repeat
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i was taken in by your writing, it mesmorised me, you have such a wonderful way with words & with expression.
sadly, i can relate to what you have written here & i wish i could offer words of comfort or of wisdom. but i have none.
i hope you'll be ok ♥xx
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and if you don't mind me asking how did you stumble across this?
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