in time they will all forget me..
the way my laugh sounded
how I rolled my eyes
my ankles popping as I walked down the hall
my sailor's mouth
the way my eyes squinted when I smiled
the way I felt in a hug
how I could never settle on a perfume
falling asleep to crime shows
getting excited over the smallest things.
One day I'll be nothing but a fading memory,
and i think that day is coming soon.
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Poetry"sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me." welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot to say but doesn't. *bare with me, the few parts aren't the best. it gets better, I promise :)* *genuinely just need an open sp...
