I don’t know what you know, but I know that i know what you dont know.
I know what ive been through, even those that you’ve never imagined
I know what I hate about you, what I like about you,and what I’d like you to be
I know what I want out of life, not what you think I want
I know why you don’t know what I know, though you think you know
I know it’s because I’ve never made it known to you
just a girl fascinated by life
This three part story has been written anonymously due to the nature; raw truth, sexually explicit relations, casual narcotic abuse and obscene language.18+
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought. -Anna Letitia Barbauld
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
We are a loving family. Autism is just a part of who we are.
my writing junkyard
Everything you can imagine is real. - Pablo Picasso
my journey as a twinless twin
My words will either attract a strong mind or offend a weak one.
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
Pursuing my destiny - Maximizing my potential
I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good
Funny Tales of Cinnamon the Cute Guard Dog
Celebrating life
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When a pen lays its tip to write, it talks.
