My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave. – Telegram
My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave.
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''What if you write 'mine' on my
upper thigh
Only in my mind?”

( guilty as sin.) It feels like it will be hard to leave you. I write in this beautiful book, about the sweetness of our love. I, as the author of our story: @MsnjuPark - goodbye.
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My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave. pinned «( ౨ৎ’)     drowning     in the rapidly    flowing    blue ocean,     also     reminds    me      of    our    glory    days. 𓍯 ₊˚ the laughter, the jokes, the warm smiles that were thrown in our time have gone disappeared without any sign of it. 𓇼 𓂂‌ ˙ and…»
“Am I allowed to cry?” ⤿ ‘📼 my mind flies everywhere, my life without you is really like a wave of suffering for me.

     if   guilty   is    a    sin, me and     you,   are    like sinners.   

Your gray shadow is still clearly in my mind, I can't erase it, you are too beautiful for me to erase. the angel broke his wings, our beautiful time was gone. The darkness of our love, until I can't get out of this story we made. (..🎀⭐️)
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You sent me a postcard from “downtown night”. Ꮺ ࣪ that was then, now you're gone, like you'll never show up again, not even by a hair. ㅤㅤ𓏔 📼💐

♡ the stars that adorned that
night, so perfect (like you used to be) reminded me of you like the moon, so perfect and I adore you.


(..💌: messy top lip kiss, there's still your letter marked with your kiss, I keep it and expose it to the world. page 1: My ramblings that I throw here, whether it's still about you or not. 𓍯 ₊˚
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My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave. pinned «“Am I allowed to cry?” ⤿ ‘📼 my mind flies everywhere, my life without you is really like a wave of suffering for me.      if   guilty   is    a    sin, me and     you,   are    like sinners.    Your gray shadow is still clearly in my mind, I can't erase…»
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