
Tag: photography
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My brain runs wild with every scent of whatβs meant to be. My heart breaks for my past, living in the lonely state that never gets better. Sometimes I wonder if I did one thing differently, would everything change. I relive the past over, and over – contemplating my choices. Choices that may have been for the best, but fill me with pain.
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I am enslaved by the bane of my existence
Twisting and turning but never learning
You take a stake to my chest
Just as I was about to leave
I turn to see the thunder thumping in your heart
And I think to myself, Maybe it isnβt overβ¦





















































































































































































































































