The only thing that stands out in my list of sins is this continuous fire. Her name is Jane, and no matter what amount of alcohol, drugs, or sleep I can take, I can't seem to erase her name. Jane. Jane. Her name reminds me of the impending doom we are all to face when we die, yet the joyous time we can have before the inevitable. She makes me afraid to die; not because I would, in fact, be dead and the world would miss so much with my departure, but because she would be sat on the earth without my egotistical nonsense to keep her balanced.
Jane. Inspiration of this book, the fire of my sins. Maybe she will forgive me.
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i'm really excited. thanks to alfonso for helping me somewhat organize my ideas for this at literally 3-4am, yeah, i love u and all.
jazz out, peace ☮
disclaimer: i wrote this from late 2014 to early 2015, so i was 13 and my writing's changed so much, but i hope you still enjoy!
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Burgundy || HS
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