6.22.13A Story by CarcinogenicDreamsWords are best when borrowed.
Press your fist in mine like it belongs. Words are just words and these ones were never mine. I preach about life and keep my secrets locked away in my head. We're all just dying (to live). (Maybe we're living to die). You are black hole smiles that suck the thoughts right out before I get a chance to think them.
I don't know what I am.
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1 Review Added on June 22, 2013 Last Updated on June 22, 2013 AuthorCarcinogenicDreamsCTAboutI'm a teenage girl from the US. That's probably the number one thing I shouldn't say on this, because really, who takes teenage girls seriously? I don't think my writing is great, I just want advice o.. more..Writing
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