Aʟʟ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɪs ᴛʀʏ, ᴛʀʏ, ᴛʀʏ
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Mɪʀʀᴏʀʙᴀʟʟ • Tᴀʏʟᴏʀ Sᴡɪꜰᴛ
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Dear fucken bitches that I'm about to poor my heart too,
I sometimes slow my breathing until mine matches hers and where inSync. It's stupid and pathetic and pointless and crazy.
Fucken crazy.
But I don't give two flying fucks.
Cause Even if I scream 'I love you' a million times it would never be enough. It's to the point where the side effects are stronger then the medication and I know that because now I'd run through darkest of shadows and lay on the hottest star if that meant I got a fragment of her touch. But six or so months ago I could bare to look at her.
Sometimes when I'm not around her I forget about it.
The arrangement.
The Notes I left.
The spell I cast.
The spell that doesn't work on the caster.
But when I'm around her it all floods back to me as if she opens my flood gates with a single look.
And I hate her for that.
I hate her.
I love her.
I hate loving her.
-D.M
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SIDE EFFECTS OF YOU- D.M (discontinued)
FanfictionDiscontinued...has good smut tho- "Art that was filled with flaws and insecurity...but that's what made it so beautiful. The defects made it worth the used paint. What's the Point of painting something perfect when you can have something like this?"...
