Posted by icecoldlatte on 03/03/2015 · Leave a Comment
When I was small, I was a fairy; Then I grew up, into a power ranger. When he was small, he was unavailable; Then he grew up, or maybe he didn’t. He sees a calm creek; I feel an avalanche. We hide behind who we are; It’s what keeps us as we are. – Where … Continue reading →
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