

Who am I?Throughout my life I had been told what to do, what to wear, what not to wear, but most of all I was told who to be. When I reached the age of 13 I began to question this logic that had been imbedded in me since I was born. Like most 13-year-olds I wondered who I really was. Of course that question had been answered long ago. I just didn’t know it.Who am I?
“Mom, do you ever wonder who you are?” “Everyone does,” my mother responded in a sweet voice. “I know who you are already. But it’s up to you to figure it out.” After she spoke I simply nodded and walked slowly back to my room. I sat on my bed replaying what she had


Childish SinBeneath my skin, something's breathing, something's leading my heart astray. Teething and bleeding, I stay, locked inside this childish sin. This insatiable desire, hunger so deep, a million tears could not give hope. It's over.Childish Sin
It kisses and it needs, it touches your hand, and you will melt on my tongue and I'll move out of the way, in the hope that this will fade and slip away, like the lights melt into the river.
However, I believe, that you owe me a dance. So take this moment, and step int
The Rebel -
im not a spammers
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Born in the Wrong Decade
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DesigN Is PleasuRe
~MMUindonesia
~Nikon-Minded
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Bailan mis dedos en el tiempo y las notas en el aire de las cuerdas de mi guitarra dibujan tu figura en mi memoria
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"all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us"
"...And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever"
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