I need to write. I need to write, paint, cry it all away. I've found love, as ridiculous and impossible as that is. For me, anyway. I am a cynical person. In everything and everyone, I find fault.
I believe in love, I really believe in love. But for so long I've been too cynical, too logical, too damn scared to feel it.
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