take 5 of things i wanted to say but never did.
the winds of fall. the autumn breeze. the sound of the brown, crunchy leaves rustling and getting carried away by the wind. the sound of the wind roaring. the feeling of my hair getting in my face and mouth. autumn meant change. the color of the leaves meant change. the wind always blow them away, though. whether you like it or not. but i'm not ready for change. please, stay a little longer.
this isn't about autumn.
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vent + sketch book
Randomok so this is basically a diary that i'm allowing u to read, have fun cringe-ing be warned, this has strong language and mentions of the dirty. for the brave souls still willing to read, let's get this show on the road that is an obstacle that is my...
