I'm writing in the dark
You blind me
even when I'm only thinking of you
I'm typing in the dark
trying to make my thoughts of you light up the room
but it's not the same
when
you're
not
here.
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The me there is to see
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- Cecilie.
- I probably won't go bald. I hate it when paper is ripped and not cut. Especially when toilet paper rips. I adore red lipstick and nailpaint. I will probably continue to have a dark sight of life even when it one day finally decides to behave. I love music. I love words. I love forming music with words. I have synesthesia which makes me infinitely more cool than you. Most of the time I just wish to curl up in a corner and hide. What I write here might be the truth and it might be fiction, and it might be a mix of both. If you recognize yourself you might be in the blog, or you might not. I might or might not know.
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