You, the girl who reads, makes me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied... ...I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 19:03:45 +0000
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