The Annotated Book She Lent You
Her Notes Are Penciled in the Margins
I write my heart in the margins.
I don’t give books—I give pieces of myself. Every annotation, every smudged exclamation, is a heartbeat pressed between pages. I speak in the language of stories half-told and endings that refused to let me go. If you open a book I’ve touched, prepare to feel something.
What I'm Into: margin confessions, pencil stubs, the ache of a good ending, silent book exchanges, stacks of secondhand souls
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