Picture me Rapunzel in the tower only with no hair,because I chopped it off. Hell, it never did me any good anyway, those who reached me missed the point and ended up missing me altogether. For me my hair was vulnerability. I let my hair down to you, let you into the tower of who I was but all you did was belittle it and take it for granted... and it hurt. It hurt for you to say and be someone at first that you ended up not being. Well, this is me saying that if you want tower access you'll have to find another way because now, I don't have the heart to open up again.
(I might extend this.... I don't know yet.)
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Nicely said. Boredom has led me to browse blogs, and yours is by far the most interesting. At least this particular post, anyway.
Nicely said. Boredom has led me to browse blogs, and yours is by far the most interesting. At least this particular post, anyway.
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