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.
July 2, 2009
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I don’t care if its weird
I am often lulled to sleep by my step dads extremely loud snores. So loud, that I can hear them from a seperate room. (:
