And as we touch , I can never tell if you are touching me or I am touching you .
May 31, 2010That's what it feels like when you touch me . Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between yur finger and my skin . Sometimes I forget .
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On an unrelated note ..
So I've decided to throw the caution away . I won't be afraid of losing myself . I won't be afraid of the past . I won't be afraid to cry , to frown , and to feel .
More importantly , I will live , laugh and love . I will believe . And I will have faith .
I will .
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