finally
Its done. Its over. Because when you move on, you dont care.
aspiring woman fingering through life and love and falling all the time. These are notes to jonas (primarily, but others warrant comment on occasion), scrawled first across the insides of my eyelids, and next upon the page in hopes a glimpse may be caught into the depths of a soul sorely misunderstood.
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