Knock and I'll have a hot soup waiting for you.
I am locked away
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I'm just trying to find my balance. But I am slowly realizing that I love the intensity.
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I read, I write, I photograph. I like emotions more than anything in the world.
Appearance never tempt me, but wise words always do.
I am married with Words. Charm me, and I might leave mine for yours.
Tell me where you are from. As I like to leave home for the other side of the world.
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I don't know why or when or how I became greedy. I've been here since 2002 & decided to lock all of my writings. Maybe it's part of me growing up. I've always said I am thirteen forever... but recently realized only the dead stay thirteen forever. It's so weird how you grow up and you meet new people, great people, but they think they know you - but they really don't. And I am pleased and overly grateful that I know there are people in different parts of the world (wow, I can say world!) who have known me since 2002 through writing. I still meet a number of people who have read a writing of mine seven years ago. It still astounds me & I am so blessed. I wish I am as brave as I was three - or five - or seven years ago - when I pour confessions publicly. I don't know if locking this journal is the best thing. But I've stayed away from needing to know. So, let's just see how this turns out...
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