She watched me–sorrowful
I walked away
It pained me so, but I could not stay
Any longer, I would’ve been cold to the touch
After it all, we became just too much
She watched me–sorrowful
I walked away
It pained me so, but I could not stay
Any longer, I would’ve been cold to the touch
After it all, we became just too much
To live is to die and to die is to breathe.
To live is to flourish
To live is to blossom.
To live is to be idle
To live is to go rotten.
When I was sixteen, I remember feeling nostalgic for things I hadn’t yet lost. Pure, raw adolescence.
when i breathe out nicotine leaves my mouth
naturally
i’m fifteen and i'll never be this young again
i'm fifteen and i'll never be this young again.
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