I stared with intensity hoping to find the loose string in his sweater, the string that unraveled his bad intentions and desire for sanity. His mind was a chaos unknown to his own emotions. I was simply a bystander, a witness in his maze, hoping he would lie down next to me and accept himself the way I already had.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
I stared with intensity hoping to find the loose string in his sweater, the string that unraveled his bad intentions and desire for sanity. His mind was a chaos unknown to his own emotions. I was simply a bystander, a witness in his maze, hoping he would lie down next to me and accept himself the way I already had.
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