A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Need
I don't want to be needy, I don't want to have to need somebody. I don't like what it does to me or who it turns me into. It turns me into a weak and clingy girl. Though it always seems inevitable, I don't want to be her.
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