A paper heart, crumpled in my hand. A paper arm, that I extend. You reach for my paper arm, and it tears. A fragile paper girl, with an even more fragile, paper heart.
June 29, 2009
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4526.) My best friend lied to me. I can’t decide if I’m mad though. When I think I’m mad, I remember how damn pathetic she’ll be without me.
I can really relate to this person.(via blogsecret)
