Im trapped
in my mind.
when did this language start to sound so bad..
walloping in unnecessary depression
lost in trips of dishonesty and thoughts with only potential in dreams.
Sitting on the outside just watching, and remembering
feeling the aftermath of sticky fingers on my personals.
porcelain foundation that refuses to wipe off the mirrored
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love you,
liza
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love you too,
p
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no crying
love love
-p
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If you want to be spontaneous I have a get-away car.
xx,
Sara
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On one condition... we can't turn windows and ignore eachother like the little girls we are. Yes? yes. okay!
much love-
p.
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but none the less, best of luck
my love to you
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