He never envisioned himself jumping off a cliff and landing knee-deep into a river of infatuation towards a girl who belonged to everyone but him.
~ don't make the mistake of confusing infatuation with love, for both are far from the same.
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SKIN
Poetryas strong as the bones beneath, the skin of mine i am, embraced with scars, stripes, constellations, and yours as strong as skin I am. { cover drawn by yours truly }
