Category: words
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what haunted me
You’re better off in the clouds as we fade Barely leaving a semblance of What we thought it meant to grow up When things don’t get better No, things don’t get better, just different
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just like that
i was sitting with my legs half bent and my head rested against your chest as you brushed your hand across my skin. i whispered to you, “i’m glad you’ve let me in,” and then you leaned in and kissed me like you meant it. we can keep our hesitations as long as we ditch…
rhythmic reverie 