I swore off of online blogs for a second. I love my real journal, love running my hand over the indents that pen makes on paper, like bruises forming on freshly washed skin.But alas exhibition holds my heart
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I missed you too sweetheart. we've been living apart together for too long. we are cut of the same cloth, babe. And when it comes down to it, no matter how far apart we are, I will still love you and we will still find ways to be together. I will miss you in NY.... but you best be having a couch for me to crash on. holla. word. what. shit, niggy.
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we are cut of the same cloth, babe. And when it comes down to it, no matter how far apart we are, I will still love you and we will still find ways to be together. I will miss you in NY.... but you best be having a couch for me to crash on.
holla.
word.
what.
shit, niggy.
*smoutche*
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