Writing

Sometimes it's hard to say what bothers you, and sometimes it's hard to say what you want. And it's always hard to speak the truth.

My inner soul felt something like that in an evening.

I don’t know you Yet I seek you out I recognize that look You are like me Though other things drive you I am looking just to feel..

I know it's not appropriate to describe bad boys as a******s, but come on! they really are, who can deny it?

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