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Abi Morris

Updated: Tue, 15 Jan 2019 06:41 am

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Finding my place in the world through the words that drift through my head


She was paper. She had been written on, erased, crumpled and ripped into pieces. And she was... beautiful... Beautiful despite the indents left by those who wrote too hard and erased too carelessly. Beautiful despite the many rips and creases she gave herself in fear of never being beautiful. He was tape. He had been used, removed, and torn. And he was... stunning... Stunning despite the pieces of him missing from those who were just too careless. Stunning despite the small pieces of paper that remained stuck to him from the relationships that simply went too deep. Together, they were indestructible. He held her together and she filled in his gaps. They completed each other. Two imperfections combined to create one amazingly perfect... imperfection...

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Alo Fettig

Fri 18th Jan 2019 09:31

how are you doing, i know that i did not say much about myself because I have a special reason of contacting you. write to me because is confidential, OK ( )

Alo Fettig

Fri 18th Jan 2019 09:29


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