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 22, 2013
Note To Self: Burning Bridges, Today
Breathe. And don't cry please. Be strong, not weak. Hopefully you get let loose from these chains as soon as possible.
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