𝒯𝒽𝑒 π’ͺπ“ƒπ“π“Ž πΈπ“π‘’π“…π“‰π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒπ‘’π’Ή


i adore you
i always see you with my beloving eyes
"what a kindhearted man"
i always hated love
well i used to
"none of it was ever woth the risk" paramore used to say
until i see my own expectation of you went too far
all i see from your text now are a stale moss
because now my “the only expectation”’s are gone

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