| I am a freshman Threatre Major at a Conservatory on the East Coast. I deprive myself of visual art everyday because I am usually wasting away in a threatre space somewhere. |


101909 142AMMy mind, wrapped around your fingers. We've played this game ten times ten times before - and I still love you. I whisper beneath the covers, wrapped up safe like a cocoon, and I know where I want to be. Two years three months and fifteen days have we been intertwined and my heart is on the brink of breaking.101909 142AM
Just give me definition, a name to reply to other than, "my love, darling and dear" for those names still do not make me yours. I am grunting questions into pages and eyeing your relationship status with glaring eyes. I fill with jealously to your female callers who you wish ne


I Used to WriteA notebook I try to paint black and a musty smell I try to ignore. I have buried moments into false pages and misleading titles. A hitch and a gentle pull - it floods through me with a dark, deep pulse and rush. I see them now - a misty memory in daydreamed, moistened moss clad underbrush. I used to write beautiful words. I used to write.I Used to Write
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And i catch what I kept secret,
pressed to my chest, locke
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SHENANIGANS.
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"So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes."
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'Well, she turned me into a newt.' - 'A newt?' - '.... I got better.'
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"So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes."
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Sophie Shaw Photography
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"So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes."
--
Sophie Shaw Photography
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"So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes."
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Sophie Shaw Photography
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