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Inside the mind of an eccentric.
My heart longed for you but something higher said, "head home."
She didn't want to be fixed. All she wanted was for someone to see where shes been.
"Hello?" "It's Me."
Then Suddenly, almost like magic, I was a Princess from New Orleans.
The crack in my glass, from stories untold. Glue holding together what's already broke.
Pretty soon I'm going to be withered carcass, waiting for you to dig me from the ground.
Was it your heart calling me? Asking me to stay.
Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Send them my way—I thrive on constructive criticism.
