I'm trying to collect my thoughts, the ones I've kept in a box. Yes, it's locked. And so is my damn heart. It used to be open to everyone when you were actually someone. To my bruised and battered soul. Before you left me all alone.
-Mimi
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Ramblings & shit {completed}
PoetryA collection of the ramblings and shit that occur in my brain.
