I fell into my bed
thinking about the kiss
and the boy of my dreams
my hair still damp
my shoes still muddy from running away
this all felt so right
I watched out the window realizing how dark it had gotten.
i realized what if he didn't like me that way
so I cut myself with
rose thorns
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roses - jyatt -
Fan fikcia"he was one of the rare ones, so effortlessly himself, and the world loved him for it"
