Blunt and broken.
My days are sometimes too dark, and my nights are sometimes too long.
I often trip over my insecurities.
I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired.
I use music to speak when words fail me, even though words are as vital to me as the air I breathe.
I love hard, and with all that I have… and even with my faults, I am



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