Isn’t it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin and bone
Hello, welcome home…
I didn’t think I would be writing about this in more detail again this soon… but I suppose it’s necessary. Some of you are new to reading me, and don’t scroll back to read past posts. (Lord, I don’t blame you. I ramble a lot sometimes. LOL.) Some of you know I was gone for almost a week at the end of July, but I don’t know how many of you know why… that’s what I’m going to talk about today…
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