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i fell in love againi. do not forget about the promises you made to mei fell in love again
while i was sleeping beneath your body in july of last
year; i'll never leave you, i'll never hurt you, you're
safe with me, i promise.
ii. some promises are too big, and i forgive you for breaking them, i forgive you for making them. hot summers and long nights will make us believe that forever is possible.
iii. i want to tell her she's beautiful and have her kiss
my mouth, my neck, my breasts, my body.
iv. our nights have gotten colder, i've noticed you pulling
me closer. but darling, our love seepe
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that girl, she's dyingi'm sorry dear for leaving you lying in thatthat girl, she's dying
room with the view of the old worn out house.
like my heart, it is empty and broken and crying out for someone to love it like you once loved me.
and when i saw you leaving and laughing in winter with the girls and their smiles and their hands holding you
i ran towards the ocean cursing and crying
and when i sank through the water my body was freezing.
please come save me so i can start breathing and hold my hand only if you mean it.
by ~callItaRitual
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i just remembered, i'm supposed to send you and benjamin each a letter.
only i have no clue what to write.
so, is it okay if i send you something i made? like a collage or a doodle or something?
if not, i'll give the letter another shot.
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oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr Shankly
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maybe i should love you.
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maybe i should love you.
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Nature is...the beauty in the unnoticed, the littlest things...
i just really like it.
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maybe i should love you.
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Nature is...the beauty in the unnoticed, the littlest things...
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maybe i should love you.
that sound
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CHILI SEX PEPPERS MAGIK
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