» there’s love, which is much deeper, much different. It’s a thing of beauty.
Kiss me. Take my hand and stare eagerly into my eyes. Gently push me up against the wall, move in close so your body is pressed against mine. My heart flutters and my blood rushes because I know this is it, this is going to be our first kiss. My eyes say, “follow me to the ends of the earth” and all I want to do is be yours.
The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever.
"The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever"
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Monday, February 23, 2015 at 2:38 PM
No one understands.
I feel like I'm trapped inside a bubble that no one understands.
I can't articulate or mimic how I feel or think.
Even if I did, I don't think anyone understands.
Bit by bit, I am dying.

No one understands.
If this is growing up, I wish I never did.
Harsh words, difficult people.
Every time I tell myself that everything will be alright,
I just die a bit more inside.

I'm fighting against myself.
The heart and mind.
The conscious and subconscious.
Because I hate myself so much,
I don't know what to do or react anymore.
All I want to do is to hide. Hide from this hideous world.
Hide from myself.


/Love is a battlefield.
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