oh knees and gloves and socks and scarves...

what am I doing talking to you?

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sitting soulfully whining about life, she thinks to herself... why me? But then a strand of light falls peacefully over her knees and she sighs, pulls up the covers and thinks once more... why me? I do believe things happen for a reason, and this one such event is one of those brim of life's happiness and sadness kind of things. On one hand you are happy and blissfully unaware, that the second you blink, things crack and blister under the heat of your shameful palms. scarlet secrets burn your tongue as you speak of sorrow and apology. One day karma will rule and thou shalt be happy once more.