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i am the same stupid girl just like everyone else we used to talk about and i too belong in the streets :)
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i dreamt of you. you followed me to the grocery store in london. i chose my drink and u went outside towards my car. both of my friends were in the backseat and they said "who do you think you are after what you've done". i never caught what you said under your breath but i closed the door and asked you to leave. i woke up and understood why the front seat was empty
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he deserves the gentlest love. one that speaks in vibrant flowers and love songs. you hope he got your message, so it comforts him when you are far apart. so it reminds him that through it all there will always be you to come home to.
vibrant flowers and love songs. very lovely, very pretty. very him :)
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city lights with a quiet boy. you roll down the windows and know this - you, him, and whatever this is - will go somewhere. only up. only forward. no words are said but it's secure, lowkey. this is the vibe
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love can be soft. today you can think of strawberry cakes, cream and slender fingers. he smells like laundry detergent. what kind of music does he like? makes you understand why poets like to write about brown eyes so much. what does his laugh sound like? makes you want to do anything, say anything to be in his mind for five minutes. his cake would go well with your juicebox right now. this is nice
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love is the same but people do what they do and that is just how it is
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does grief and detachment go together or does one come before the other? it feels pointless to grief traitors
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i was just a mistake after all and he took the easy way out. this is all it is. just apologies as if it fixes anything, as if its a sign that he wants to change something. when in reality its just "im sorry for all the pain i put you through, i will continue to do it"
love would never
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