i'm jamie. i've always been told my kind is a rarity to come across. i find comfort most when my fingers are bleeding onto these keys, showing you me. showing anyone that may be reading what i see. my tired fist clench for different reasons everyday. my tiny hands and heart take turns always being cold, both of which you'll never feel. words are the only thing i value, so i promise to always keep mine. a hell raisin' fist clenchin' not afraid of anythang kinda girl. i don't bite my tongue, and i'm damn good at building walls. i belong some where bigger and so here soon, i'll be gone.