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This is literally me and my girlfriend it's amazing we talk about everything

This is literally me and my girlfriend it's amazing we talk about everything

holy shit. This is something I want plastered on my wall. To tell my self everyday..

How do you want to spend it? Running afterworld who don't see you? Do what feels good. Take risks. Make yourself proud.

Poem

A recovery from narcissistic sociopath relationship abuse.Yes,they keep you just in case there is a shred of your strength left,so he can take that also.Oh the evil mind games,if we only knew what a sociopath was,maybe we could of gotten away

Little girls. Bad boys destroys them.

no one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes who smell like smoke, who tastes like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems and so many sad dreams - nikita gill