I bet Grace Kelly knows what it's like to look in my mirror.
"The trick isn't being pretty, it's acting pretty." But I'm a terrible actress, and not the least bit convincing.
I hit rock bottom last night. Literally. Happiness found my out stretched arms and black bike tires carried the weight from these shoulders. Blood was far from pure but thoughts were white like snow and free like doves.
And oh did I fly.
Blue ribbon wings
Broken sidewalk runways
c o o l d a r k s i l e n c e ,
w a r m b r i g h t f r e e d o m
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