I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
What a strange... girl.
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Yeah, well? She had a point, once? She was never chasing a devil, only her wants.
She is definitely of her nature.
I of mine?
Be of some care. I may remember you, or someone might remember you to me.
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