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I want love...

I never wanted much, I never do.
I barely ask for anything at 24 years old...

It's bleak in this city;
fear has stormed the...

Crystal glass slumbers at the crossing
of our toes; we are emotionless as these...

Talking is hard.
These conversations that pop up like a new...

It's hard to
give...

We are all survivors. Survivors of fear, abuse
and its manipulative species, despair, loneliness...

Maybe I've always admired
your knack for unfeigned smiles...

You bless the Earth with your soul,
gracing the lost wonders polluted...

She stormed through a coffee-less life;
a soul yearns for caffeinated dreams...

is
shouting at...

I'm nowhere close to being a woman, yet.
Though I'm less than a year away from the correct...