Your make-up is far too strong for my liking.
My thoughts are scribbled into scrap paper, worth nothing else but gold.
I am but a small voice, not yet ready for the world.
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February 17th
"
Tears are sent from heaven above,
Looking for someone who’s out of love
They travel from afar, their tears so bright,
And this is how an angel cries.
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February 17th / with 0 notes
