I wish I was a lyrical genius. Or could meet one.
Reading past blogs gives me the chillsss, angers me, makes me smirk, go into blank dazes of reminiscence, and overall irks me. Don't know if the words are just very appropriate or the feelings are still bottled up, refusing to be silenced.
"Of course this is in your head, [Jasmine], but why on earth would that mean that it is not real?"
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