His fingers...they write on my skin, a poem so sweet, so alluring. Telling me this night is just beginning.
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The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be.... -
It's strange how much a four legged furry family member brings you warmth. Yesterday, I asked my doggo to sit next to me, and she did. ... -
Do not worry about your tears. They are your ocean. A release. Full of emotion. A swell, a tide, salty and sweet. You are a deeply feeling...
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