I fall for the mad ones
the distant ones
the ones who hide their heart
the ones that can't figure out themselves but I understand with one glance
the ones that that don't have a pot to piss in
the train wrecks
the ones that are emotionally unavailable
the people who don't fall for me..
So here I am trying to start something. Here you will read my inner thoughts of my living and being. I am still living because I have pain and joy, once we no longer feel we begin to die... be vulnerable for growth and transformation. Come as you are wounded, sewn together or joyous. It's never to late to write your story or perhaps rewrite it...
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