Love is a trap. It's a sinking feeling, where you always feel light headed, almost like you can't breathe. They tell you it's because you're in love when really it's your body's way of telling you that you're being involuntarily drowned, and you're about to run out of air.
July 25, 2020
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Pleas of Futility
Non-FictionMy innermost thoughts; My innermost secrets, And now... They belong to you.
