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Y/N sat at the bar where Taehyung was seated, "Making your friends breakfast." She then grabbed a book that was on the counter and opened it, starting to read it.
Y/N's throat was dry. She looked down, "You don't think I'm a stalker?" She was quiet and scared of what he could possibly say or do at that very moment.
"Dammit.." Y/N cried out as she closed her eyes, gripping the windowsill. She leaned on it, supporting her current dead weight that was weighing her feet down even more.
She sighed as she kept her hand on the lid. She closed her eyes, "Maybe one day his happiness can be mine." She then opened her eyes and closed her locker, making sure to snap the padlock down onto th...
Romantic I guess. Its a neighbor love poem. This is way out of my usual style but who does not like change (me) but I hope you all do like it.
~maria<3
When we begin to define ourselves by how others see us, we begin to feel like we fit into a box that everyone created and watch. We do not. We create the box for everyone to see.
Alright, lets get one thing straight! Your neighbors, you either a) like them , b) are annoyed by them, or c) they terrify you, well I’m at B and C. As I’ve said before, in a different post, I live i...
Y/N sat at the bar where Taehyung was seated, "Making your friends breakfast." She then grabbed a book that was on the counter and opened it, starting to read it.
Y/N's throat was dry. She looked down, "You don't think I'm a stalker?" She was quiet and scared of what he could possibly say or do at that very moment.
"Dammit.." Y/N cried out as she closed her eyes, gripping the windowsill. She leaned on it, supporting her current dead weight that was weighing her feet down even more.
She sighed as she kept her hand on the lid. She closed her eyes, "Maybe one day his happiness can be mine." She then opened her eyes and closed her locker, making sure to snap the padlock down onto th...
Romantic I guess. Its a neighbor love poem. This is way out of my usual style but who does not like change (me) but I hope you all do like it.
~maria<3
When we begin to define ourselves by how others see us, we begin to feel like we fit into a box that everyone created and watch. We do not. We create the box for everyone to see.
Alright, lets get one thing straight! Your neighbors, you either a) like them , b) are annoyed by them, or c) they terrify you, well I’m at B and C. As I’ve said before, in a different post, I live i...