i feel so creative


good things do not lasti am scared ofgood things do not last
and at the same time waiting for you to break my heart.


the things we losemy heart shattered into a million tiny fragments and my body did not know how to react. and with every breath i took, the sharp little pieces sliced the insides of my lungs and then breathing and living hurt so bad.the things we lose
and my bones began to slowly turn to dust. they turned to dust until that dust had filtered out through my skin until i no longer had a structure. and i had to teach myself how to walk again and how to move, for you were my support system.
and my eyes. my valued valued eyes dried up. dried up from not being able to see the sight of you. &


letters01_ we talk sometimes. we understand the same jokes, the same references, and the same understatements. i think you could be a wonderful photographer. you are sarcastic and witty and are unafraid to speak your mind. i've had a dream or two about you that i wish would come true. overall you are just a boy version of me. i remember when i first met you, you intrigued me so much. you still do now, but i understand you more. however, you are still the most confusing, entertaining person i know.letters
02_ i highly believe we are no longer friends. we haven't spoken since summer and you rarely ever text me or call me. i can still
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