as i walked down the street i felt their whispers. though there were many, my thoughts were too loud for me to hear them. i assumed they were about my messy hair or the noticeable bags under my eyes. i haven't slept in days and the reason is terribly obvious. these thoughts of him are vicious and i cannot fight them. he has consumed every inch of my body and left me with a feeling of desolation and despair. my eyes scan the posters of him on my walls. i desire his touch and affection, but i know that it may never come.
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the boy // c.h
Thơ caa girl who writes about a boy who doesn't even know she exists
