My senses are deteriorating just by thinking if im doing you wrong. Am i worth all this pain you cause yourself, yet you go through it and dont let me catch a hint and its awful because i know, i know you like the back of my hand but i cant comprehend your feelings towards me and its kills me, fuck. I need you in the most literal sense of the world. Is it bad, i ask you, if i crave your touch constantly not in a bad maner just, the warmth of your body resting beside me so that i can inhale it at will. Is it bad i ask you if despite your flaw i love them so very much that i cant say anything against them unless you betray my trust and at some points you have and i should leave but so should you but we're glued together with the stuff that glues together atoms in a star; even those explode, love.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poesia"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
