My dreams
don't have to occur in a frigid state,
where the wind blows across the Great Lakes and straight through me.
I
would rather be warm and happy
than cold
and admired
and
miserable.
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
My dreams
don't have to occur in a frigid state,
where the wind blows across the Great Lakes and straight through me.
I
would rather be warm and happy
than cold
and admired
and
miserable.
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