Glissading down toward
pottery...

When is the last time that artistry has
exposed me for who I took the chance...

August rushes back and forth. The land
brought to this blonde haired boy is unfamiliar...

sobbing on the staircase,
but the tears weren't mine...

It hardly seems to matter how often you
can remind me of worth, of strength, of...

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lipstick, haloed scars, dislocated wishes...

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honestly? i think about you at least 72% of the...

Before:
You're all I think about. These feelings didn't...

Be my/ spark.
Entrust me with your soul, trade me matches...

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why do i feel the need to confess my memories to...

Stop writing poems after your eyes swim
in him. You can't keep living like this, sinking...

We're scared of the
damage we'll do in the...