May you read what I never said to these people and feel a unwanted connection to what I wrote. May I tamper with your feelings and make you fall in love with the way I say things. May you come back and wonder how I'm coping with my heart. May I soon have better things to write about.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Title: Little Child Running Wild Posted On: 2013-07-08 02:26:44 UTC
I don't know where I'm at
I don't know where I'm going
I'll just walk towards my moon
I'll just flow where it's blowing
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