There has to be a word for Making me feel worthless There has to be a word for this Pushing me into my own darkness Rather than be the guiding light You promised to help me see right But I guess I did something wrong For you to see me differently There has to be …
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damaged goods of sweet nothings
i havent written about love since i was nineteen since i was nineteen, I was foolish thinking love could be salvaged through Facebook thinking love could be found in a few swipes and as i scroll though sweet status updates i have a bottle in my other hand to cleanse my thoughts of love …
Pieces of Peace: Prologue
I finally cleaned my room after a few months of a hectic semester I got around to fixing the only place I will be during the break. At the moment my only plans are coffee dates, reading and writing. So I had to squeeze in a little spring cleaning in that schedule. As I was …
