finding the joy in each moment. but then i think about having to leave my bed and actually face life or face myself and i do my best to avoid who i am i’ve become addicted to beating myself up…
tto this affection that decoratesrhe appeal. am similarly addicted
setrace each godly spot. understand
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shat feverish sun. warm lips to
he couldn’t help kissing you,
Trying to just be a better person for the sake of it. Be kind. Be a bit more open. Feeling a bit broken and tired. I’m not good with people. I feel like one of those people you know, but you hope hasn’t spotted you so you don’t have to wave and smile as you pass.