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An answer to a question I was asked on family. My meaning of it.

“Trust is like a vase.. once it’s broken, though you can fix it the vase will never be same again.”

We can walk, if you'd like. Or spin in circles. Either way I'm love with where we're going. Slash.

I’ll write you a letter from heaven (turns out god is a pyromaniac) Though it won’t get there from here Meet me halfway, won..

We both wanted this (needed this), because we both knew what if felt like to not have somebody there for you. And I think it’s time we get our c..

He didn't have friends but she was hoping he'd make an exception.

There’s two sunsets in the sky- (one for you and one for me)- And may(be) we tangle our legs together and see how far we can walk? ..

If this were any other guy or any other night, I would push him and run, because I am definitely not gay. Except for Ethan, I’ve come to reali..

A poem written about genocide.

'Cause I'm like a broken vase, lying on the floor. Pieces of me have somehow made it across the room, And people see me but decide to wait..