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I won’t write for you anymore
My love, You broke me… And now all I have left is my love letters to you. Yet, nowhere to send ’em to. [β¦.click to read the full post]
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What is the point?
What is the point of picking someone’s broken pieces, kissing their tears dry, making their heart whole…only to break it again. HARDER. CRUELER.Β
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Yearnings
I yearn for you. Always.
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This Storm
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. AndΒ disappear
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Zero
This is the burning pits of hell. There is no escape. There is none. Close your eyes and melt.
