I am not.
I am not an angel.
I may be a bird, but I am not an angel.
I'm sorry.
Don't read my blogs.
Don't read this one.
They are stupid, and you are. . .
Wonderful.
Damn.
I am so sorry.
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About Me
- Annie
- I'm a complicated 20 year old who dances to an unseen melody, and speaks poet pretty fluently. People call me Annie, and some would agree that I've been to hell and back, yet I'm pretty well balanced- I've got a chip on both shoulders. Poetry, art, music and psychology are things I love, but mostly I love loving things. It makes life more fun. I'm a mother, a feminine feminist, and a huge nerd. These words will never describe me fully. Leave a comment and we'll talk.
I freaking love you, Annie Scarborough!
ReplyDeleteYou are amazing. Nothing less than an angel.
-Curtis
And, yet...
ReplyDeleteyou saved my life.
And I'm still reading.
And back to commenting again.
Maybe a bird is an angel that we can see, because they sing to us. And just like with angels, we have trouble really listening.
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