Untitled ♥ of hers.

my space of random sketches, things i like, stories i made up, my illogical warped theories, drivel and what not_

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like anyone doesnt (pretend).

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why were we born to be what we are if we were meant to change later

missing months

met old strangers from dated calenders,
then there’s new texts from new strangers.

happy memories, could never replicate.
depressing moments, i can never forget.

and there i was,
missing in those photos,
for a better me,
hoping for a happier us.

here i am,
all it seems.
doesnt exist.
suppose i woke up,
from a deep deep dream.

where i was really, really happy.