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will Mar 2019
maybe i hate you, maybe i love you.
maybe i couldn’t have the courage to say this to you,
mabye this isn’t that deep.
maybe i love you
maybe i love you
maybe, you, could love me too.
but maybe, we may be together.
maybe, one day. but until then we could dream about each other.
will Mar 2019
this was a mistake,
something t,hat should’ve been fixed.
we’Re not comp/atible.
thinking about you,
felt s0 <wrong. >
these feeling, hoping,
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i l1Ke YoÛ„

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will May 2018
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i'm so sorry if this aches your head.
will Nov 2017
it feels like everything needs to be perfect,
     heart will pound faster everytime
     i’ll make a mistake.
the thoughts inside my head,
     drowning me—these are killing me—
     trying gasp every air that i can take.
i can’t take it anymore,
     tears about to burst, head’s about to explode.
     and the attack will start now.
will May 2017
memories,
captured in a moment.
on a single paper,
remembering in the silent,
inks fade, doesn't last forever,
together we are broken,
but we can see it in this small paper,
these happiness and enjoyment.

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