Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Story | Chocolates



When I see a cute butch girl crying and being emotional, my heart would dissolve. Melt like a softie. You know, those soft-centered chocolates. Yes, chocolates. I am a chocolate truffle. It is bitter on the outside pretending I am all strong and things, but really that is simple an exterior. Inside is just very very tender and delicate.

Where is my peanut butter cup?


2009/10/11

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