Teenage blogger. Troubled writer.

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-but the best men die of broken hearts for the things they cannot tell-

we live on the cusp of death thinking that it won't be us

-i was a drizzle and she was a hurricane-

but if i sit in the rain, maybe i can drown in something other than my own thoughts

-in our paths of destruction, we shatter everyone else so we dont seem as broken-

words were meant to free us but we became trapped

-just remember me as the girl who couldn't sleep because her thoughts were way too deep-

poor little white rabbit so lost in time, youve lost track of everything else including your mind

-Everything seems to be exhausting me. No matter how much sleep I get or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired-