I... See the lines within my face, They make a path of silver lakes! Adorning the icy plain of my shivering inadequacies, and jaded flaws too deep to remedy and too comfortable to want to. I... Justify my laziness with words that flow so pure sprinkled with the writer's bliss that comes from pen and heart, No work is done, when we become one, and feverish scribblings lie beside the pile of "things to do" and underneath my smile.
Reason for writing:
No reason
Birth sign: Aries
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