May 11th // 1:09 a.m
I try to act like I'm not going to fall for him, but the truth is that I already have. I know I wasn't ready, but I don't ever do what's good for me, and I know that he's lying to me. His voice isn't as gentle as it was before.
As I lay here, I'll think of how lovely I'd look dead.
— z.s // Excerpt From A Book I'll Never Write #9 // dead and lovely, living and ugly
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