....A Story by brianna vega
your words prick tick at my heart
each phrase bites away at this exterior i once painted so well perhaps i am less i dish out what im fed in a manner so casual can i even claim a valid response slower than most i know i may seem but theats only cause im paced evaluate never involve true emotion yet now here i sit so hurt so hurt im falling back on past memories while i try to grow from them therapy rehab you forced me to speak but it seems it seems this tongue is weak © 2011 brianna vegaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 4, 2011 Last Updated on October 4, 2011 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAboutThings have changed like the singing of rain Once soft Now pouring Soaking Softening Changing more.. |

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