Real love is hard work. You have to decide if you want it in your story—or… if you’d rather just stay in the dream.
...standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
...the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
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