24/F    Live like poetry

27/F/Texas    Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. …

30/F    Nothing much about me for you to hear— just a raw concoction of venom and elixir.

29/F    A written, raw, photograph of my heart. — Feedback appreciated, thanks for stopping by.

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16/F    "Blood was never beautiful, blood was always red"

F    Some things are meant to happen, but aren't meant to stay. - ​ 09082k16

23/F    words are simply a canvas for painting a discovery within