breaking up hurts, but even harder is seeing how we treat each other like strangers⦠or just friends. When deep down, we both know that what we feel is much more than that. It's like denying everything we were, everything that still vibrates, even though we try to silence it.
Even though I try to distract myself, talk to other people, and occupy my mind, I can't help but feel like nothing compares to talking to you. Listening to you, reading your message, having even a little piece of you around⦠it truly makes me feel better. It's contradictory, I know, but it's also real. Very real. Because in the midst of it all, your presence, even if it's minimal, is still the one that calms me the most.
Soft love doesnt rush.
I just want you
i canβt even sleep it be too much shit on my mind
Quisiera dejar de existir, dejar de sentir.
make it stop please
Y lo peor es que para mi, incluso despuΓ©s, no lo fue, sin embargo, es mi culpa por creer que seria distinto.
A la mierda la gente nueva y esas citas absurdas, yo a quien quiero tiene nombre y apellido.
qοΎο½₯ β«.α 21 y.o ππΉ π§ he/him αΆ» π π° β§ . Λ
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