....A Story by brianna vega
your words prick tick at my heart
each phrase bites away at this exterior i once painted so well perhaps i am less i dish out what im fed in a manner so casual can i even claim a valid response slower than most i know i may seem but theats only cause im paced evaluate never involve true emotion yet now here i sit so hurt so hurt im falling back on past memories while i try to grow from them therapy rehab you forced me to speak but it seems it seems this tongue is weak © 2011 brianna vegaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 4, 2011 Last Updated on October 4, 2011 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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