here I am, again,
writing lonely love letters you’ll never read
hoping somehow we’re cosmically connected and you can feel my insides that for some reason don’t feel like me.
maybe when I have enough of these piled up I’ll find a way to get them to you.
I know you never meant to hurt me. I don’t mind.
writing lonely love letters you’ll never read
hoping somehow we’re cosmically connected and you can feel my insides that for some reason don’t feel like me.
maybe when I have enough of these piled up I’ll find a way to get them to you.
I know you never meant to hurt me. I don’t mind.
You know I'd still bleed for you.
How could I forget you?
You’re the most amazing and destructive thing to ever happen to me.
Constantly questioning my own existence.
I am not good enough.
I never was.
To think anything I write could even come close to you.
But I’ll keep trying.
You’re the most amazing and destructive thing to ever happen to me.
Constantly questioning my own existence.
I am not good enough.
I never was.
To think anything I write could even come close to you.
But I’ll keep trying.
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