Hello there.
Actually, I confess that I have not the slightest clue as to who would read this, but hey...
Let's begin with saying: I am not Amelia. I am the girl that lives through her and perhaps voices all of her deepest desires and instincts. No, I am the girl that you don't get to know. Amelia is the closest and purest idea anyone can ever create about me.
However, there was someone, a long time ago, that knew this Amelia. He had her in the palm of his hands and he liked that.
Ironic....
A new age, a new face and yet,sometimes no matter how much history leaves a scar, we still go on scratching. What stings the most is realizing, after all these years, is that I still think of you.
Actually, I confess that I have not the slightest clue as to who would read this, but hey...
Let's begin with saying: I am not Amelia. I am the girl that lives through her and perhaps voices all of her deepest desires and instincts. No, I am the girl that you don't get to know. Amelia is the closest and purest idea anyone can ever create about me.
However, there was someone, a long time ago, that knew this Amelia. He had her in the palm of his hands and he liked that.
Ironic....
A new age, a new face and yet,sometimes no matter how much history leaves a scar, we still go on scratching. What stings the most is realizing, after all these years, is that I still think of you.
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