Have a taste of this caramel fashionette.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Cold
I want to run away.
From home.
From reality.
From all misery.
And flee.
I need to cry.
I need to talk.
But, weak.
Too weak.
Trusting only myself.
Me, my heart.
Icy cold.
Defensive.
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