just thinking about what we used to be makes me sick to my stomach. not in the way where i wished it never happened, but in the way where i wish i were stronger enough to keep us alive.
{you were strong, but i could have been stronger}
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chaos
Poetry{born with a pen where my mouth should be.} this is basically my writing nothing special lmao
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just thinking about what we used to be makes me sick to my stomach. not in the way where i wished it never happened, but in the way where i wish i were stronger enough to keep us alive.
{you were strong, but i could have been stronger}