

LoveStanding in a puddle of water Feeling all the drops of rain sliding down my cheek Clothes drenched in this combination of my past and myself ColdLove
But its not really what you would call a wintry cold It’s a fictional cold One which I’ve made myself think was genuine I thought I’d stopped believing in love
But passion, my dearest friend, showed me something different It’s voice said that love was back to see me No, I responded, love has betrayed me Love had disappointed me
Now laying in a bed of bright tulips I must be dayd


Messages from DylanCrave on a piece of me. Study whatever you said was unteached by me. Fakeness. Bullshit. Savoring on some sugar-free chocolate. Nothing to savor. It's fake. Everything's fake. Unbreathable air. Suffocating shit. Talking to you. Real. Loving you. Real. Believing you. So real. Just call me and tell me things you had never said before. Understand hate, the things you never said. Tell me something new, something I can savor on. Make me dye my hair blonde. Understand the hardship. Ignore what's impossible. Take risks. Kiss me without asking. Talk to me... about the weirdest thing.Messages from Dylan
I Have a N E W D.A
my new pix...Here
Thankks
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It's A sweet life
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Green Druid
E la finestra la sbat i al, ma la sa ca po mea andà via, e i stel gan la facia lustra, com i och de la nustalgia
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