2004-11-25
sugar pop sucker
pretty girls really do make graves.
when something should come off as brave - why am I left feeling like an idiotic sucker for a pretty face?
her happiness is infectious
and it infects me more each day
there is soft but no dark. this intrigues me so.
"when parts of you die they are only like leaves. They become cells through which the blood does not pass. The blood must pass. There must be change" - Anais Nin
I am not scared of being hurt nor afraid nor unloved. I am however completly terrified of missing out , of becoming stagnant, cold and forgotten.
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