we are not a faulty mechanism, we can make this work.
he does not love you.
the only thing that would stop us from surviving is if we were not fully dedicated.
he loves no one.
but i am.
he is using you to get by.
and so i ask you the question i wish would never come from my lips.
you need to see it with your own eyes.
are you not?
he's just a pothead.
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A PITIFUL, POETIC RECOUNT OF EVENTS THAT HAPPENED TO YOURS TRULY.
THIS IS NOT A WORK OF FICTION. ANY RELATION IN NAMES OR PERSONALITY TO ANY PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS COMPLETELY INTENTIONAL.
welcome to pothead.
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YOU ARE READING
pothead. ✓
General Fiction❝under the stains of your mascara and the remnants of your undying wake is skin i have broken too many times to touch.❞
