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my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]
my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]
trying to turn my constant longing, lonely bitterness into poetry so it can be just as pretty as it is ugly (art: Beth Hoeckel) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved
ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]
i love you , i hope nothing will change if you ever find this. i love you and i shouldn't. i love you and i don't know how to tell you. but if you read this, please think of me..
❝She was pain in the form of the one who broke his heart.❞ All rights reserved. @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017