I had a dream. You were next to me. My parents were there, and you were saving me. I generally would be opposed to the idea of being a damsel in distress needing to be saved, but your presence and undying support was what dreams are truly made of. You assured me I was strong, …
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a bitter death
the irony in avoiding the full disclosure of affections, in fear of their departure. i suppose it takes the most delusional to believe someone is truly special, when in reality no one truly is. how bittersweet to leave, feigning optimism. yet within us echoes impending melancholy. truly foolish. – olivia
pandemonium & more 