1:40 a.m.
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love. i dread the word. the thought of it. everything about it simply repulses me. we all know it inevitably leads to heartbreak, yet everyone seems perfectly fine with that.
but somehow...
somehow you made me want to welcome the idea of love, too. even if the aftermath would split me in half.
YOU ARE READING
everything and nothing
Poetry"i was too much and not enough for a man who was everything and nothing at all" ~ lowercase intended
