Before you leave, please know this...
I'd rather be the girl whose name dies at your lips every time you try to speak of me, than a girl you tell stories about at parties.
What I'm saying is this, darling...
I'd rather be your absinthe, than your cup of tea.
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Stories by Marinda Spann
Love Letters
"Even after all this time I still give a fuck. I still care about you and miss you, because I would stil...
Addicted...
You don't know yet,
but you became my cocaine,
my vodka shots,
my walk of shame,
my bloodied wrists,
the join...