You are like my wine stained shirt that I can not, should not wear.

I know better at this point.I must, because I  cannot go through all this. Not again. Not with you. You are the high tides of clear blue water which never stays constant nor that it should. Otherwise that would be unnatural. Yet somewhere inside me I have this slightest bit of tendency towards incase. Incase... Continue Reading →


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