March 2011
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i miss writing all the emotions that would heat up my skin, and cool my stare,
creating a canvas in my chest that would explode onto paper and looking on it after it was done and know that it was me and what i was feeling. Not giving a fuck about what it’s supposed to mean to other people and watch them call it shit because it’s too ABSTRACT.
There fucking words; smile and get over bitch.
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