some fucker once told me
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Ongoing, First published Aug 16, 2014
how strong is love. Enough to drive a soul insane when deprived of it. i guesse you kept me sane then. i remember every breakup like it was yesterday every memory shared like we share a hive mind. everytime i would go to sleep and you be there in my most beautiful dreams your perfectness amplified by the minds misconception on what somethin truly is.everything one of your heartbreaks that would make you come back into my view. my only sight through your eyes, and i shudder for not realising an own life, no! an individuality. only now do I realise im done following. some fucker once told me our hearts desires only come to the ones who wait. and im just waiting for you to notice me standing on your bedside ready to be the last thing you see. I call that poetic justice bitch for never noticing me.
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