Leave it to me to find 'n understand some truth in my shamed shell.
Love letters dripped with lacrimal ink, far better than that of a standard pen, no? For they are more truthful. My hands are out, undeserving as they are, about my carpeted floor.. No pen to grasp.. The room from which I send my sentiments, littered with solvent 'n dye. I send all my love. From shaky hands. And tomorrow I will shine my smile. And grab my pen. And write I love you. And that is more truthful for me. The ink that is better does not always write what the heart wants.
-sp.val
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KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
lagrimas 'n writing after you've thought
Puisilove 'n feelings. short promise I'll be better later