Somewhere, someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colours to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way the breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In an airless apartment on a dark, bloodstained whore-lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you're answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such a life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterised my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will meet be able to give you everything I have.
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Im 14, I daydream. I think. I draw. I laugh about nothing, I love my friends, family, and my horse. But mostly my horse ;)
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