Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Count the number of ways your heart beats when pressed against mine

I'm terrified of getting close to people. I just can't let anyone in. I am a brick wall. I am Maggie the cat. I am the lost girl who is often simply pretending to be lost, sometimes ignorance really is bliss. Sometimes I'm too brutally honest. Is it self sabotage? To keep people away? To keep the wounds at bay? Never ever wear your heart on your sleeve. How to be a heartbreaker, lesson number three.
Am I under your skin yet?

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