My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
or else my heart concealing it will break.
Hi, i'm always wondering if you'll return. Sometimes i pray that you don't. And sometimes i hope you will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts.. so, so much.
'If only' repeats again and again in my heart like a battering ram. 'If only' can break my heart.
I'm waking up to rain. At least i'm at home. I'm displaced. I don't know where to go. The truth is, i don't want to be alone.
Never liked rain. It makes me spout rubbish. Makes the weather chilling. Don't like chills. I like warm, fuzzy feelings. Like a hot bath; laughing with friends; or when i'm with you.
Hahahahahahaha see a whole post full of rubbish! It's wednesday already. What am i doing w my life?
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