March 28, 2015April 7, 2015 When writers love, they bleed I cannot be with you, so I find ways to write you out of me. It isn’t working. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
The feeling is so me… Thank you, dear for sharing.
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I understand this. Very nice.
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Good heavens! How can one not love this ink!
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Reblogged this on Good evening, Clarice..
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