happy valentines day.
its been 19 years and i still have no one to love. i'm tired, scared, confused and lonely. please find me and help me out. this heart is locked up, and you hold the key. the lock is stuck, its rusted, but you can open it, can't you?
snowstorms are love. they are so beautiful, but they can be so deadly, like my wit. innocent, unsuspecting, i pick up my pen and it all pours out. thoughts, fears, dreams, threats, secrets. dark, twisted, light, fluffy. it all pours out, a jumbled mess, like my mind and heart.
i have a sharp mind and a sharp tongue, show me how to use both. the words flow from this pen, but they mean nothing (or do they mean something), they're just meaningless drabble from an insomniatic mind who over analyzes anything and everything.
"i want to destroy something beautiful."
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