𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

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your always there for everyone

asking how there day was 

what's wrong 

if u can help them

if they need someone to talk to

but who was there for u when you were carving tiny rivers into your skin at night?

pushing down till the drops become lines

the lines became rivers 

and the rivers became puddles 

red was always my favorite color

maybe one day the rivers would take me with them

 I've always loved the river




𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 (my version)Where stories live. Discover now