you hurt me, geoff. again and again. no remorce, no sorry. just evil eyes and bloody knuckles. i see you in the halls with her, flashes of what we had often come. like a slap in the face, except this slap is worse than any slap you've ever given me. this is- the hard truth. a truth i don't want to believe in.
~ awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
Poetrydeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry
