Will you cry for me the same way, when i would die in shame?
Will you hold on to my lips, which are sacred no more, 78 more words
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My heart is a vase: it’s been well-loved, and despised, and it was once broken.
He is the glue that holds it together.
My mind is a notebook: full of information, some of which I will turn into masterpieces, some of which I don’t need, some of which I should throw away. 156 more words