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Summer is the season where I'm all up in my feelings. I start missing people I shouldn't miss, wanting things I shouldn't want. Praying that we cross paths even though I know that's a bad idea, but I'm still optimistic. And why am I feeling like this anyway? 19 years old waiting on imagery, believing in fantasies. And these emotions are real and raw. These emotions cut deep and no knife can create a deeper wound. I'm telling you my mind is a dangerous place. I don't like to be alone. I am my own personal killer. I don't need no additionally help, I pull my own trigger and it's sickening to know that I can do this to myself. And it's sad to know that I can't save me from myself. How can summer be so cold? How can summer steal my inner glow? Even my skin has lost its radiance. **** I wonder how's the winter going to be.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Anti-summer-love
Summer is the season where I'm all up in my feelings. I start missing people I shouldn't miss, wanting things I shouldn't want. Praying that we cross paths even though I know that's a bad idea, but I'm still optimistic. And why am I feeling like this anyway? 19 years old waiting on imagery, believing in fantasies. And these emotions are real and raw. These emotions cut deep and no knife can create a deeper wound. I'm telling you my mind is a dangerous place. I don't like to be alone. I am my own personal killer. I don't need no additionally help, I pull my own trigger and it's sickening to know that I can do this to myself. And it's sad to know that I can't save me from myself. How can summer be so cold? How can summer steal my inner glow? Even my skin has lost its radiance. **** I wonder how's the winter going to be.
cheyanne-ntangu
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
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