She believed she could but she didn't because she was too tired.
l i n k s


  Home
…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.



  Ask
It’s hard to find out the face you thought you loved is only a mask.



  History
Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me’s is me?



  CAPTIONS
It all meant something. Until it didn’t.



  REVIEWS
Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I’ve ever been.



  
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
July 15th
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