I got to love, I rode the rails
You came with me because you cared
I was broken, I was scared
You held my hands and took away my fear
We knew it couldn't last
And that was hard
'The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say'. - Anais Nin. These words (unless otherwise stated) are all formed within my brain and somehow executed to form this journal.
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