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When people make groups, they act like they're the worst creatures ever made.

Tasted all the blood of the experiences I've lived.

I kill memories for a living.

I strangle you with the red string theory.

Till you’re covered in a soul connection.

Till you cannot breathe, no longer.

Till you’re red inside and out.

Till your veins become part of the ‘red string theory’

Red string theory – “I think I still want you to die”

I hope we write often to each other. But i might stop writing mid-way because you would no longer be my younger self. You would be the exact version of me writing to you.

"And that haunts me"

Nostalgia core is basically things that remind you of the way you used to be ( like versions of you) and it reminds you of home.

My fault lines are roads where cars have accidents in

Soul ties are an attempt of making karma sound beautiful

Platonic friends are people who have killed each other

So they decide to die for each other

Soulmates are granted to humans who are scared to love

Tom : Golden kids swear in poetry and they sell my words in whispers

Tom: I'm not Tom

Tom: Tom is my dead brother

He was supposed to be the golden kid but he lives in me

I need to keep Tom alive

Dad: Tom, take the trash out

I've rewritten the concept of a hug

A hug is a stolen heart waiting to be returned

I've collected apologies like pennies and thrown them into a wishing fountain

Hoping that I am good person

But Wishing fountains are not real

Therapists are human beings waiting to be loved

Detachment is my soulmates way of saying

"Don't exist for me"