

11:11 make a wishshe always liked poetic boys, the ones that talk in riddles. its plain and simple why she liked him. he was like a scattered puzzle waiting to be put together. she always wanted to be the one who would collect the pieces and make him whole again.11:11 make a wish
while she was busy seeing stars, he would be busy trying to find his pulse. he could never find it, and sometimes it worried him. it worried him that he could never find the proof that he was really there. often he would put his hands on her heart and it would beatbeatbeat. he would take such comfort in knowing that at least one of them was alive.
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i use to be love-struck
now i'm just fucked up.
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i use to be love-struck
now i'm just fucked up.
i love your poems
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Check out Poncio´s plushies.
appreciate it.
Thanks for the fav!
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