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There’s a monster here, crawling in my bed. I can hear its breath. Harsh, raspy, taunting. Through my nightmares it’s well fed. I’m too scared to turn around, it’s too daunting.

Real romance isn't something hopeless, or unenergetic like stale poetry, or futile like canned compliments.

I don't trust myself with you. But I see in your eyes, I'm being used. Everytime I let myself fall, I get bruised.

Glistening black tar of the feathers of birds I let the storm brew, from tears to hate.

And I feel like since my life has been so easygoing so far, I don't need to pay with stress, but with guilt.

He didn't move that piece. So now the question was, who did?

I could barely hear the rain over the thundering of my heart.

to all the people who only how to bring light to the world, thank you!

make an another world for me through the mirror

She could recall the rush of adrenaline, the lifting motion in her stomach, the smile that graced her face after the fact. Power wasn't something easily forgotten.

Stories are remembered more than people. That’s why I remember the saying, but not the person who told it to me.

This helps you calm down.