scribbling
I wish and wonder for something truely romantic to take me over. I go over yesterday in my head. Her scribbling down my words turning them to fact, how strange it is to talk about yourself so openly. I hope the cure will work with the moon growing big. And some sort of happiness will come.
posted by HT company at 15:26
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He acts as if it would be tragic to kiss me. when surely the real tragedy is depriving himself, is making another person that he supposedly cares for feel fucking worthless, is forcing himself not to do things that even he cant understand. . . Believe in the poetry of life! I know you do, tntt
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