Once the switch blade wielding baby ducks grow to be adult ducks, the become security.
There's a whirlwind inside my head. I have all of these thoughts swirling around in there. I want to speak these thoughts, but when I try my body freezes up and I become tongue tied. When I write them, nothing makes sense. I'm just left here with this whirlwind of thoughts. Until I can find a way to get them out, I will remain here quietly.
I know one person who would appreciate this as much as I do.
My life accurately described by a can.
Hopeless romantic. Realist. Indecisive. Oh, and hella gay.
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