𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

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baby doll's got her thoughts running wild. she's lighting the joint i gave to her with the flame from her mothers toaster because she threw her lighter away in a moment of self- reflection and anger. though fucked- up lungs stand no comparison to a fucked- up heart. she's got all her emotions bottled up in this tiny jar and one day it's just gonna explode, and i don't wanna be the one that has to watch an angel like her cry. i know i'll think about how badly i want to comfort her and kiss away the pain, n press my lips to her rosy cheeks to tell her that i love her. but i know i'll just squeeze my arms together tight, look away til the veil of tears are gone and remind myself that she's not fucking yours. i wonder if she noticed the little heart i drew on the roach. .