Supressing them all in
It's what I'm trying to do
These forbidden feelings
For I don't know how long more
will they linger
in this empty soul
I hate to say this
but I miss you so fucking much
JY
the writers
votre rêveur de jour, Beatrice
spring are the moments, like sparks between us. fireworks, can be center of attention, but it doesn't lasted. ocean, can read it as emotions, other times however it is as blank as a rock. chocolate, can be sweet can be bitter. fairy tale, don't always need a white horse and a prince.
your senseless blurbs
the side part whipped cream of a chocolate sundae. my fair share of love on decent indie music , fashion & everything vintage shall meet the sunlight of this medium
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