Locks of Love
I was addicted to the word beautiful, and you were addicted to the power you had over me.
you were my everything.
Too many thoughts
How too many thoughts feel like.
A description of anxiety. I understand not everyone faces anxiety the same way. This is merely a description of my own anxiety,
One more cookie
There's a fine line between hope and denial.
How I work
I'm strange, but nobody knows me here so I can be myself (I'm sorry, again, if I made mistakes in this one)
I hate you, I love you
Like, comment, follow. Ever lost someone?
Softly spoken, Subtle pain to cease
Softly spoken,Nothing but a dream.My undivided attention.My mind gazes at the seamof time and trials,of all things true.When I am lost in these shadows,it helps to think of you. I continue my day,over... Love reading stories? Unlock thousands more by signing up!