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Audrey
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- To herd llamas
- To show my artwork to the world
- To appreciate art
Last Visit: 1 week ago
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me.
My eyes open and I see the gentile masculine face staring back at me. Tanned skin cropped with a mess of tangled black hair is the beauty of his love for me, and I know that he’s worth it. Worth everything I have worked so hard to accomplish. Every single tiny little thing that has pushed me to work so hard and everything else in the world. He’s worth it. All of it.
His arms wrap around my waist and I am free of all the worries of the world. Free of the thoughts that fill my mind and bind my body. Free of every thing that matters, that doesn’t matter. Free to be who I want to be. Free to dwell in that which ought to be dwelled. Free to be who I am. When I am with him, I am Free.
Many people think of the word ‘Free’ as being some thing that was for sale, but is now unwanted, unneeded, something to take with out giving in turn. But to me free is a bird flying just to feel the breeze. Or perhaps, someone who laughs and plays instead of working. But to my parents, it was a name. A name in which I was imprisoned. Free. A name in which I was laughed at, at which I was made fun of.
But now as he says my name, as he kisses my lips, I become my name, I become the real meaning of my name. I am no longer unwanted or unneeded. I am Free. Free as a bird. Free to be what ever I want and whoever I want.
His lips separate themselves from mine. Yet I know that I am still free. Free in the way I should be. Free in the way I always will be.
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me. ~Me
Have you even yet realized that I hacked you yet??? LOL you shoul change your sig back hahaha!
Oh, and I finished "Perfect Chemistry" which was AWESOME!
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As the water filled and shrouded the room in a warm fog, they drowned themselves in kisses and flesh, whispered love letters spilled from their hearts and ‘Oh, Romeo,’s with replied ‘I love you, Juliet,’s.
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me. ~Me
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As the water filled and shrouded the room in a warm fog, they drowned themselves in kisses and flesh, whispered love letters spilled from their hearts and ‘Oh, Romeo,’s with replied ‘I love you, Juliet,’s.
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me. ~Me
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As the water filled and shrouded the room in a warm fog, they drowned themselves in kisses and flesh, whispered love letters spilled from their hearts and ‘Oh, Romeo,’s with replied ‘I love you, Juliet,’s.
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me. ~Me
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me. ~Me
From .FREE. My newest book, this is copywited
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me.
~Me
Oh, and I finished "Perfect Chemistry" which was AWESOME!
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As the water filled and shrouded the room in a warm fog, they drowned themselves in kisses and flesh, whispered love letters spilled from their hearts and ‘Oh, Romeo,’s with replied ‘I love you, Juliet,’s.
-Me
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me.
~Me
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As the water filled and shrouded the room in a warm fog, they drowned themselves in kisses and flesh, whispered love letters spilled from their hearts and ‘Oh, Romeo,’s with replied ‘I love you, Juliet,’s.
-Me
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me.
~Me
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As the water filled and shrouded the room in a warm fog, they drowned themselves in kisses and flesh, whispered love letters spilled from their hearts and ‘Oh, Romeo,’s with replied ‘I love you, Juliet,’s.
-Me
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me.
~Me
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"Life is like a suprise party. People always keep showing up." [link]
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I wake up to fingers gently brushing a stray hair from my cheek, the rhythm of the rain thrashing across my window, and the warmth of a body lying next to me.
~Me
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