How good it feels sometimes to just cry it all away and start afresh a few moments later beneath the wet traces black mascara a shiny innocent smile...
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3 comments:
the wet traces of tears...
how explain that when you don't know why you are crying...
I wish I was better at this ... excepting the black mascara bit anyway. ;)
Orion...sometimes I guess we don't even need to know ...we just act...we don't think we just react...Does it really matters how? or why? something happens as long as it gets you where you want?
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