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try it again

May 4, 2010

once upon a time secrets overcrowded pages in between scratches and scribbles of a passionate mindset.  heartbreaks to feed the soul, love letters to cure the pain and whispers we’d never even dare voice outward.  ts, we called home.. and it was a welcoming one – until we ripped it up, literally with attempts to start anew.  we never did, rebuild – in more ways than one.. but i miss the feeling of inspiration within fingertips grasp bound in between 2 thinly sliced walls painted black.

i’m beginning a new one – today… i’ll post snap shots of pages i feel worthy of sharing.. which most likely won’t be very many – ts was always meant for a top secret sort of topic.

“…there’s scumbags and there’s scumbags”

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