Eversoeager and without thought I try to wake from my dream of pain and pity it's april 19th twothousandthriteen. If light was an instrument and you had enough fingers, ...
Julianne isn't my real name, English isn't my native language and being a poet isn't something I admit to wanting more than anything else in the world.
I am almost 20 now and already always afraid of being too old for things that matter.
That's all there is 'about me'. I'll let the words speak for themselves.
|Motto||Where love rules, the ego dies.|
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