She loved him first
and he loved her late
She loved him more than he'll ever know
He loved her more than he'll ever show
One day
They will realise what silence and ego had caused them
But today,
They lay under the stars
Blanketed by different nights
Wishing on every glittering piece
For each other.
PEECEE
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Pore Camara
I’m known as Cammy. One thing I have not been able to outgrow is my inquisitive nature. This has made me restless, overthink and even passionate about everything. The good thing is that it got me reading and writing most of the time.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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Oh this is wonderful!! ❤️