The best of friends they were, the best of friends they are;
But things are never are as they seem – and they often sit quietly in their cars…
Stealing glances across a parking lot.
Is tonight the night to steal a kiss?
Is tonight the night to reveal the truth?
Things with them are hit and miss,
But neither of them has a clue.
When I wake up hungover from the regret of being broken, I wonder if I succeeded in pushing everyone away, you know, just so I can be...
Fake friend, Flaked again friend, Called and fell asleep friend, Can’t be bothered to listen to me friend. Fake friend, Always showing up...
I wear these scares like armor. Proof! of all the s t r e n g t h I harbor – signs of my bravery burned into my cells! Living &...
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