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i don't think i would ever love again if they're lesser than you. i mean, who would be waiting for me to wake up so they can shower me with kisses before getting out of bed? who would say “hi, i'm sorry” after an hour after an argument? who would try to understand the stickers, emojis, and texts which only i knew?
you prefer harry styles yet my taylor carve something onto my skin telling how you taught me a secret language i can't speak with anyone else. i just don't think someone could ever love me greater than you did. it was such a good story until it lasted.
you did not do anything to make me hate you but i wish you did.
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Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
