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 4, 2009
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I’m about ready to pass out.
This has been a somewhat busy week for me. And now, I’m very much ready too go to sleep, but at the same time, I don’t want to fall asleep, because then I know I’ll dream about him. Again.
