Her lips parted, reminding them of roses but there where thorns in between her words so they told her to smile with her mouth closed.
~stay creepy
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strange thoughts
Poetrystrange thoughts is my struggle, my strife, the bad, but also a reminder that there is good, that things truly get better.
Bouquet smile
Her lips parted, reminding them of roses but there where thorns in between her words so they told her to smile with her mouth closed.
~stay creepy
