aidan
promises are white lies.
they are whispered in honey-dipped voices. breezing through the lips of a loved one. they are repeated over and over, to gain trust. to reassure love. to swallow insecurities.
they are coated in chocolate.
chocolate that tastes bittersweet.
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the progress project [3]
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