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[sleepyheadz]

I spent so much time worrying about who hurt me that I didn’t notice who I had hurt along the way.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

The day I realized I had moved on was the day I realized his eyes could hold galaxies, while yours only held some stars.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

I always find myself asking for answers to questions I cannot fathom.

-M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

It’s days like these where I find myself lying around thinking of all my mistakes I’ve made in the past.

[sleepyheadz]

He never meant to hurt her, but she was just collateral damage on his path of self-destruction.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

He didn’t know that without her he’d feel lost. So, when she was gone he didn’t know how to stop his self destruction

[sleepyheadz]

all i want in live is good food, good friends, and great memories.

[sleepyheadz]

They were broken, but each one of their shattered pieces fit together until they became one

[sleepyheadz]

She loved him at 16 and she loved him at 65. He wanted someone else at 18 and never saw her again.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

He won’t realize it until he’s 50 and fallen out of love that he should’ve taken his chance with you at 16.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

They were made for loving one another, but somewhere along the way their flame just burned up and he just didn’t feel like loving her anymore.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

She felt as if she couldn’t love herself without losing everything else.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

She didn’t need anyone to make her feel loved, for she knew she had the rain, the flowers, and herself to fall back on.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

You kind of feel like home to me, but I always preferred someplace else.

[sleepyheadz]

I didn’t need the taste of tequila on my lips. Kissing strangers was enough to distract me from missing you.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

He was her stars, but she lived a far too busy life to ever look up.

M. Rona

[sleepyheadz]

He never knew what made him perfect because the world taught him how to un-love himself. He didn’t know how his hair curled or where the freckles on his faced lied. He never knew his true value because the world told him he didn’t have one.

M. Rona