it just... fell out of me.


a letter.baby, you are the most perfect inspiration. i've never met anyone so raw, so open, so unreadable. your eyes make beautiful poetry, and your thoughts, images.a letter.
you are my greatest inspiration. but hardly the easiest thing &nb


ask, and you shall. forgive me, father, for i have sinned- i've fallen in love with a boy, and everything about it seems to tell me i should be saying sorry.ask, and you shall.
i used to write in scribbled-in notebooks, passed between little girls with stories of how we'd gone astray.
"i've given a handjob," i wrote.
&


and so i thought forever.let the storm blow overand so i thought forever.
and the oceans pull strong; though our minds be steadfast against the want of the tide.
oh, please say there is hope in changing waters and that our dreams rest transitory on the seas, rocking silently to the end of the night.
let the darkness crawl upon us as a shelter;
envelop us as protection from the cold and bitter winds of distance and change.
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i see you from across the glass: separated by circumstance and now, i stop to think.
i think, and think, and think about love and life and everything


Acerbity of My Misspent:SydneyShe’s that Girl that you saw today You know The one that smiled at you She’s that girl With her own way That the Crowd doesn’t get to YeahAcerbity of My Misspent:Sydney
And she’s writing me again Wondering why her life Is falling out of her hands Tonight...
She’s a fighter but it’s hard When you know what’s going on Yeah, she’s got the right appearance But there’s more to her than what they see She’s been hurt and she’s been scarred You’d think her hope has left and gone But though she lacks her needed clearance She’s amazing to me &n


whispers."are you sad?" she whispered, so soft it barely rippled on the edge of my consciousness. it was the first thing i'd heard her say all day, and the shock was numb and it ate at me like termites.whispers.
"no." was all i could manage to reply.
maybe one day she'd understand; i could tell her all the secrets i carried, all the lies i hid,
like a food bank for the poor of spirit and the starving at heart.
i could say, (quite easily too)
"yes, i'm sad. i'm sad for the millions of faces that fly by me every day,
not understanding what love can truly be. &nb
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Life is a comedy to those who think and a tragedy to those who feel.
~Anonymous
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"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way."
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
Hi! I'm Stephanie!
My gawd, thank you forever for your wonderful comments, love.
They truly mean alot to me!
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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