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I'm fourteen.
I write poems in my own blood (figuratively)
I paint portraits with my broken heart's pieces (figuratively)
And you quite literally take my breath away.
Be my paramour?

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Hi followers :)

-Waves- 

So, I’m going to have my main account administer this blog from now on. 

That’s here.

It’s not built up quite yet, but it’ll get there eventually :) Follow if you want <3