" I wear my heart inside my chest, there is no room on my sleeve. It beats faster when the strange thoughts come and calms as I arrange them in order as harmless as nightmares. Dead butterflies make me want to cry."
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Moleskine Pages- Dead Butterflies
" I wear my heart inside my chest, there is no room on my sleeve. It beats faster when the strange thoughts come and calms as I arrange them in order as harmless as nightmares. Dead butterflies make me want to cry."
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