I wrote about love so passionately that I never realized nothing in me truly burned when I did.
I simply spat out words and hoped they sounded beautiful instead of trying to understand why I could do so with a straight face.
I wrote about pain and I felt it. I wrote about happiness and I felt it. I wrote about oppression and I felt it.
I wrote about love.
Never once did I feel a thing.
February 15, 2015 8:41pm
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