I clutch your rhyme book to my chest and sleep without it. I can't help but smile, I smell your sweater and sigh deeply. I run my fingers along the pages, treating the book as if it was holy. You have made me so happy. But I am not surprised by this fact at all.
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This blog is a piece of its writer. A peek into a mind that can't be read. A glimpse into a story never told. A beauty like no other. Indulge in the words of a young girl who write to spill the contents of the baggage that once burdened her.
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