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I didn’t ask for much I never got upset I took every rejection in my stride with out questioning it.
But the truth came out and broke me in two I’d literally just uprooted my life for you to find someone new?
I’ve always felt like I’m someone you can get lost with, which is hard sometimes because most people I think are just trying to be found.

- DR
I think everyone’s got a path they need to take Some call that destiny others call it fate they say the choice is yours though so what will you decide? will you go left or will you go right? Should you jump or should you climb? What if I fall but darling what if you fly?
The odds, the chances, the yucky side glances stomping our feet in the dirt to filthy psytrance.

May your life be as beautiful as you make mine and these memories remind you of all the good times.
Trash, Stutter, Do you want to take a double?
I thought this was cool until I was dancing just looking at people who weren’t you.
Was I really that vulnerable?
I feel like I was blindsided in
Hindsight I kind of was.

I am hurting and I will heal but I will
never be the same.


our selfish lust has left me in a daze it’s been months and months since I’ve seen your face.

you ruled my world.
I will continue to shed these layers peacefully healing to grow a new cycle begins. Breathe in and breathe out and feel it all out be mindful of yourself and others around. But do no harm and take no **** it’s so important to be surrounded by good things.
I feel the pill slide down my throat struggling to breathe this is how I cope, travelling deep inside my bones is an ache that lingers and hurts my soul until that pill kicks in and melts covering my burns like aloe vera gel.
You pull my hair back until my eyes start to water you’re ******* the face of somebodies daughter. my spit overflows coating my chin a delicious cocktail of pre *** and sin.
he places his hand softly on my cheek a face so innocent, a face so sweet, the face of a woman who’s just trying to eat, the reality of the situation eventually settles in. This isn’t a passionate love shared between two adults but a business deal consenting money for pleasure.
Educate, don’t hate..you don’t have to share the same thoughts okay?
I feel like a drug I’ve taken so many I’ll build you up and then leave you begging, begging for me? Or for me to stop? If you can’t handle the heat why start to cook?

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