Spill every inch of your heart into the palms of my hands and watch me paint this town with the colours of your pain. When we're done. I swear we will burn this city to the ground
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
