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they deleted all the messages on wattpad. i used to love logging in , it felt like a time vault

Gimme your number!! We gotta stay in contact. 

i really do be tryna heal years of tramua through music ayo

i never learn
          i always think they are different
          but they arent

look at you, boy invented you

Love is a magnified narrative. It doesn't exist, Its temporary, fleeting . Its an illusion. to love is to garner a sense of stability, stablity for the sole reason of comfort. We love to fulfil something in ourself

roses. 
          velvet sculpted roses.
          roses. 
          placed endlessly, ceaselessly 
          roses. 
          the scent of roses awake in your trail
          roses.

today is the 29th of February, it will not return for another four years, and it hasnt come by for the past four years. today is the window to the past, and the future.

Bro one direction was basic and flavourless but their songs slapped

Hello, I remember you