My dear, tell me you're lost tell me your secrets like they haunt your nights wake up in tears and chase ou the lights from the sun in the window, the darkness feels right but you're scared, you're still alive my eyes on your eyes
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I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
Can't look at you no more. My love, I wish for darkness. Can't look at you no more. My love, I wish for friendship. Can't look at you no more. Temptation rapping in my heart.
Please, God, don't let anybody see me Please, God, I'll do anything you ask of me
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble. — Aristotle