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to be hollow is to be stuck somewhere between floating and drowning just the days i run out of luck times i thought i was doing something i see it in his eyes the disdain he's trying so hard to sugarcoat his words filled with white lies and all the other ugly words stuck in his throat to be vulnerably open is to be shameless something that i have mastered to do i literally could not be a bigger mess and it is his painful unspoken truth sometimes i wish he would just utter it to my face, and does not try to love me more than what i should only get such a pure soul whose love should not go to waste unlucky he is to have me as his greatest regret
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
the unspoken truth
to be hollow is to be stuck somewhere between floating and drowning just the days i run out of luck times i thought i was doing something i see it in his eyes the disdain he's trying so hard to sugarcoat his words filled with white lies and all the other ugly words stuck in his throat to be vulnerably open is to be shameless something that i have mastered to do i literally could not be a bigger mess and it is his painful unspoken truth sometimes i wish he would just utter it to my face, and does not try to love me more than what i should only get such a pure soul whose love should not go to waste unlucky he is to have me as his greatest regret
oatmilk
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
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