Sometimes I wonder if I have a whore-like heart. A heart that contains too much feelings for too many different people. I wanna talk about it. But I can't tell anyone. An explanation for this blog. Acts like a diary. Hell, I can't write neatly, I'd just end up tearing the pages from its spine.
Of course, I can deemed myself a maiden. For I have not done the deed. It's just feelings I never seem to rid of.
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