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𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.

「 whisper of the heart. 」

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by dostoyevskya

by dostoyevskya

like the movies, ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏ, 00.57

i'll live for you,

only cause you inspire me to.

romance is overrated;

it's really rather outdated.

i want the kind of love i see

only in our favourite movies;

the kind that not only stirs the heart,

but also the soul's every part --

like the kind of love that i feel for you,

you, and only you.