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one more chance baby gimme a kiss...



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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . a year ago
Her.
i miss your voice.. your words.. i miss you..
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . a year ago
yet again my love has been a blind eye to a curse; still yearning for you though it is unhealthy and tragic
-May 22, 5:27 p.m we met, for the first time, each other’s embrace.
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . a year ago
caramel.
caramel.
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . a year ago
TIRED. a verb described as exhausted; a state of being in this case though, i don’t mean eating a warm thanksgiving meal or a late night shower kind of tired
the dreams never stop..
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . 2 years ago
my body was a diary. it told all of my secrets.
i know not all wasps will sting me, but how do i tell which ones?
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . 2 years ago
my heart is strung
my heart cannot rest without you both.. my dear...
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”ž... . 2 years ago
indeed; soon to feel your embrace, my darling.
wrenwrites
wrenwrites Silver Comma
~𝕨𝕣𝕖𝕀𝕙𝕦~ . 2 years ago
soon, my love
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . 2 years ago
TW for blood mentions and implied s/h
tw for implied sh and blood. (written 2 nights ago) about my battle to stay clean
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . 2 years ago
my old garden was flooded; not a seed was left to start new
those lovely shades of blue.. i can’t help but long for you..
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π”£π”žπ”©π”©π”’π”« π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”© . 2 years ago
if there was a way my words could form the love song your heart has sung to me though chords would be full of glucose from the way i dream you taste and how your name calms my green jolly rancher tummy
i wish i didn’t have a heart to love you.
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