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Bang...🥀🥀🥀🤫
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🖤🌑🥀
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Are hands still a thing? 🖤🥀
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Give me a follow on TIKTOK! 😈🥵😘
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Another insufferable day inside 4 walls that don't feel like home.
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Feeling Pretty Confident Lately 😈🙏
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Everything is no longer the same between us. It hurts me. Does it hurt you?
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I found books for free, we went to see an art exhibition and discovered a new café :’) I also started going on evening walks again since the summer heat is over and I’ve fallen in love with this town for the 100th time ♥ I’m so happy to live here
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I'm like a rabid dog


a stray dog that has been beaten up so much
will always gravitate toward humans that hit it and neglect it
what is known might feel safer at times.
because he doesn't know kindness,
he will fear humans who care for him
more than humans who hurt him.
a stray dog wants nothing more than to be cared for
to be pet, to be fed, to be held
he wants his wounds to be recognized and his trauma to be seen
and he wants for others to love him and treat him tenderly
not in spite of his pain but because of it.
but he doesn't realize this
and he will continue to bite at the hand that feeds him
even when he needs nothing more
than to be fed.


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it’s not me anymore, when you wake up
deep breaths, middle of the night
voices told you i was more than enough
you thought maybe i was just too much
one tear dropped to the pillow where you used to dream
i was the loudest wreck you had ever seen
it was july, i was in your city,
completely alone,
i hate to think about it now
but now I see
that nothing was good enough for me
i miss him in these moments, i miss how things used to be
i still wonder if leaving was the right thing to do
or did I lose everything before thinking it through?
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