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 30, 2009
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Just sitting in my room drawing a random picture
I don’t know, I feel like kind of writing, but I can’t think straight, so I’m just going to doodle to pass the time. Anyone want me to draw them?
