love taken from real conversations, #2.

i often find myself wondering how it feels to live in a poem, to be the one they read every night; trying to find the meaning every time, in every line. to be a poem that breathes and talks about everyone you ever loved and no one will even know about it, because they wont ever have the dictionary that lives within you.

(this doesn’t make sense to me anymore but whatever)

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4 Comments Add yours

    1. tee says:

      heh thankyouu, so glad you liked itt.

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  1. This is some good deep stuff. 👌

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    1. tee says:

      thankyou so muchh.

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