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Can one revive friendships made in youth? I wish...

I wanted to understand you like I wanted to understand math.

A friendly gesture that means too much to you.

Too nostalgic and dramatic, I am.

A hopeless hurting love existing only in dreams.

raindrops racing down the roofs as if they're children on endless red slides in a park playground

like red mixed with green nails touching my bones leaving scars in words blood falling from bottom lip unsteady warm breaths run away from my w..

Words can never be taken back. They just keep torturing us forever.

Someone can mean everything to us. They're the colours and painters of our lives. Doesn't mean we mean the same to them...

Do we have to appear, act, strong and fearless?