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I know that my writing is the most beautiful when my pillow has soaked up my tears when my breathing is staggered and my throat hurts from trying to hold back but who really cares about a beautiful poem now i'm just depressed and useless
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
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I know that my writing is the most beautiful when my pillow has soaked up my tears when my breathing is staggered and my throat hurts from trying to hold back but who really cares about a beautiful poem now i'm just depressed and useless
Being in love is the most beautifully tragic thing that can ever happen to anyone
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
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