Tuesday

fiona with out walls.

i dont know what i do or how i do it.
i dont know what i write or how i write it.
i just spill
i just let my brain bleed all over
my hands, shirt and jeans.
never ever ever say never those words limit my flight.
i dont and i do there is nothing i wont be or see in this life
i will crawl up that mountain and fall right down i will love that boy and break his heart i will squeeze every last dropp of living out of this world i will be in it as me and as everyone else.
there is no nothing there is no everything there is no list of what i am to become because each day i am a lady bug and i am you as well.

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