As the clock began to tick she wondered how much pain she'd be in.
It's not easy leaving everything behind.
The comfort of what's known is tempting to the girl with nothing but words.
Yet she didn't shy away from hard work, she didn't fear being on her own for she had always been alone.
What made her waver was the threat and an unending sense that the pain would prevail.
I write for myself. If you happen to stumble upon this blog, be warned. Everything about my life and my decisions is rational, thought out. I created this blog to explore something completely foreign to me: my emotions. This means it’s highly unlikely that anything in this blog will make sense. That being said, enjoy.
viernes, 18 de enero de 2019
Hickory Dickory
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