if love does not harm me, is it real?
I want love to harm me but only when it must. And I want to be what love has harmed, because if it harms another, does that not mean I was not loved enough?
Category: on Grief
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ten things: bitch what is going on
I'm really fucking depressed most of the time, is what I'm saying. I am fucking struggling. I am having days where I have so many mood swings that I feel like I...
with an everlasting love {poem}
Sometimes there is pain layered into love but that does not make it any less true.