Letters you inspired.
Persuade me.
Your silhouette.
The crashing of the waves takes me to my own Narnia.
1 a.m. I wonder who you think of until I'm wide awake.
Mystery is something I have yet to grasp or its just not in my character.
Loneliness- my enemy.
Perspective isn't everything.
I must have been a swell in the ocean... she's like a pulse beating in my veins. I can't get enough of her!
Writing sorts out my inner turmoils, gives hope to my dreams and revives every spark of passion that was squeezed out during the day.
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