#spilled writing

At the end, promises are just words and words have always been weak.

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I hear screams, feel your breath on my skin. You are with me. You were never gone.

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your value is non-fucking negotiable...

instagram...

Green...

Don't Play With Someone Or With Their Feelings. ...

Secret.!? ...

NEVER STOP TRYING...

How Sad :( ...

Never Trust Anyone Blindly.?...

And in the end, is it not the desire for beautiful things that destroys us all? ~gold sinks easy, my poor king midas...

being grateful keeps the door open for more blessings....

Do You Also Feel That, People Remember You Only When They Have Some Work From You ?...

Wounds.!? ...

Just Be Aware ? ...

Don't Know What To Do. :( ...

I Just Don't Wanna Talk To Anyone.!✌? ...

This discomfort is temporary...

I believe I'm made of the same stuff that stars are....