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Hwould have parties in their upstairs house or even hidden passages and no invite ?

Like the most tucked it out of it all…

And if someone is being watch I’m sorry it would made even feel more creepy…

And James would never ever have rescued

I’m hungry and thirsty

N sad

Small, simple, safe price

Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets

This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals

And I am not afraid to die

I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.

I want the pain of payment

What's left, but a section of pygmy size cuts

Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks

Would you be my little cut?

Would you be my thousand fucks?

And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid

To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts

My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter

I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart

Love is not like anything

I like tumblr, no one follows me n of you do. You wouldn’t understand

This my dairy,

My vibe check

This is

This is it

Twitter has a mass-culture

I sound

I write

I feel this

I want to move on, cause at the end of it

What reminds

I don’t want to feel jealous by someone else, I don’t want that pain.

That I’m jealous and I don’t want you to be him even when he needs you

Even when you decide to meet up w him, even tho you wanted to meet up?

Been like this ?

You ghosted me for almost a week and it’s not that you haven’t done that before.

But the fact this might feel like a a wannabe threesome

I don’t think it’s appropriate

Also, it’s becoming a pattern

Where I’m a weekdays n just not over the weekends..

I needed you n you didn’t reply,

When he needs you, you run

And I ran

And I’m running

I’m trying to

Discomfort

I’m not going to knock anymore

I’m not going to steal ( cock )

I don’t want to put anyone or specially myself in that possiton

I see the way you look at him

“Oh, Peter

I am not naive

I see the way you look at her

You don't do that for me

Oh, it must be love

And we both know it's not with us”

You gave me that stare of like “ you should be jealous” last time

It still remains

I am not naive

I see the way you look at her

You don't do that for me

Oh it must be love

The eagerness of it

The past and the present

The common ground and affection

I have created this whole admiration

I have created this

The movement

And this feeling