𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦,
𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 ,
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮
𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 ,
𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 , 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 might be 𝘢𝘳𝘵,
𝘣𝘶𝘵
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘢𝘯
𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵.
-𝘴𝘴
Unsaid
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I'm made of curses
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things she saw
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i faded
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red wrists
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a stone to break your heart
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hush !
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love is the greatest curse
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one day ,you will listen ,and ill scream
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theres no love ,that lasts the test of time
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mommy issues ?~
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one sided love hurts buddy~
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pov: i'm obsessed
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at the end ,its just me and my pen
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to every lover ,love's the greatest sin
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i-i cant cry?
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all that breaks ,isnt fragile
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pov:fake friends?! yes~
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hey, u sick?
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kill your darlings-
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beautiful or not ?
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time passes me by
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agony?
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she's dead
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artists
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forever
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passerby
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prettys on the inside? huh
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to my stalker
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she's beautiful
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villansama
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white mansions
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a broken house
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she' s mah barbie crush
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lover to aphrodite
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heal asshole
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i was illegally drunk
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the sky cries
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defected boy
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girlhood
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so stop copying ur big sis you imbecile dickwad
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a hopeless romantic all my lifee
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god ? where
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I needed you
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poetry on my wrist
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iris and mother
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a boy
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Bloody streets
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Gods devotion?
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Neon skies
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Never mine
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Fresh leaves
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Grief
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Poet's
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vent
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Pink
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Your Sunsets
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world to a child
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Goddess
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City of stars
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भक्ति।
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Red laces
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panic attacks tho
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