It’s only December;
And June is six and a half months away...
Don`t wanna fall for him again.. don`t think i can...
A moment arrived
reflecting on emptiness...
I was the bird,
You were the fish...
Love was the one thing
my heart could never hold...
The air smelled like the elderly and death as I...
I’d been meeting your mom for the first time...
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Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point. |
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I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil. |
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I am not a stranger |