i've done it.. done the dirty deed...and i feel like shit..
i miss him. i dun feel like talking to anyone..but i would
really love a hug.. for me to feel safe and secure in and
to tell me that its ok.. things will be ok.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
- Anais Nin
awn
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