of shattered silence

This is for you. Yes, you. You're who I'm writing for. It was started for someone else, but now, it's for you. So don't think this is an accident, because you are right where you're supposed to be.

11.18.2015

liar liar



The funny thing is, I write the things I know to be true when I don’t believe them at all, hoping that someday, I will.
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