Wednesday, March 13

I Really Want To Be Bulletproof

If that's not possible. I want a shield. A protective one.

Today is one of those rare days in which I want to be a princess. One that people will place in the middle of their palms and protect with their dear life.

But I am not that fragile am I? I won't allow myself to get to that stage anyway.

Tear ducts are loose. Boo to the hoo. I am just tired.

Let me be, just leave me be. Just for a day.

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