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the girl who never had it all felt numb every sunday evening because another week had passed and she still wasn’t living a clockwork routine of staccato detached from reality the build up is beautiful but when you only give half of your heart the ****** is just another week gone a monday meltdown of never finding your place touch starvation
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
the scared and insatiable desire to love
the girl who never had it all felt numb every sunday evening because another week had passed and she still wasn’t living a clockwork routine of staccato detached from reality the build up is beautiful but when you only give half of your heart the ****** is just another week gone a monday meltdown of never finding your place touch starvation
for me by me
graybchanan
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
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