A journey in the life of a 4'11" short poetic giant. My emotions, My life, My words.
"I write for the same reason I breathe-because if I didn't, I would die. -Isaac Asimov
Monday, December 21, 2009
First Draft
i detest love what a mess i've become because of loving how weak weakened by emotions guiding my movements bitter lovers sweet love end it before it ends me like this first draft this love will be forgotten
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