tremors beneath my skin, make me feel alive.
the pain that comes from feeling my inner most parts cry out for help is the same as what I feel when I tell you I love you and you tell me I don't and still all of this is equivalent to the calmness your presence makes me feel.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
tremors beneath my skin, make me feel alive.
the pain that comes from feeling my inner most parts cry out for help is the same as what I feel when I tell you I love you and you tell me I don't and still all of this is equivalent to the calmness your presence makes me feel.
She's all i think about. Probably close to losing my mind again
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