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Title: writing exercise
Category: Lonely
Blog Entry: Fragile
Breakable
Vulnerable

I love words with a hint of sadness because I like delicate things.

Words started to race across my head as I sit silently on the swing. The cold air feel like razor blade across my face as I swing higher and higher. The roughness of the metal from the swing continues to leave a harsh imprint on my hands as I tighten my grip. Yes, I believe I am ready to kiss the cold weather goodbye and welcome the warmness of the spring.

I was planning to ramble a little bit more but somehow I just don't feel quite like writing anymore.