a kite in a hurricane
whipped and torn
lost in the skies once considered home
no sense of direction
broken and bandied about
never to know peace again
destroyed by the one thing it trusted
meant to soar, forced to fall
delicate betrayal
a kite in a hurricane
whipped and torn
lost in the skies once considered home
no sense of direction
broken and bandied about
never to know peace again
destroyed by the one thing it trusted
meant to soar, forced to fall
delicate betrayal
Lol shirt lint haha
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Did I get that wrong?
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You are funny!:)
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I like it!:)
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there is something brewing behind this headache. Trying to grab it. Just want to cuddle and fade away
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Cuddles do help.
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I don’t remember.
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Yeah it’s a vague memory
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just another thing i gave up for whatever it is people give things up for. Shirt Lint? Meh.
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