overkill (tw!)
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sat, Oct 17, 2020
inspired by cataracts. no really this piece of work is a scrap and its really wet.
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The water is my home...It is the only place I feel free...I can go anywhere, be anything as long as I kept to myself...It has been years on my own and every once in a while I return to a place I had found happiness. He made me happy until we were kept apart. Now I am free or am I? Just like anyone else I have dreams, dreams to walk, to sing, to dance but those dreams were shattered in an instant or is it. Is it possible to achieve those... I wonder... but I wont stop, I won't stop until those dreams become a reality. It's time to go back home, my real home.Complete
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we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||
Chasing love
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Then you'd realize how beautiful your own truly are. You never knew, for I couldn't say it aloud, But my eyes spoke for me-if only you'd noticed. I wish you'd understand, That my eyes never lied. I dreamed of a happily ever after, But now, all I hope is that we never meet again. -Ariella
Some things are left seared into our hearts, etched like scars that never fade. Pieces of who I once was, drowning in the memories of warmth now replaced by blood. And yet my seven minutes were consumed by him. {cover is from Pinterest. Credits to the owner}
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