Inbetween

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Hello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from th... עוד

Inbetween
Untitled part
the deep
daisy
Mrs. Weaver
Let me in
Family
Rosa
Fuck
Open up again
Myself
Nightmare
loving your flaws
Old me
White Lie
Heartbreak
Hot and Cold
My anxiety
My 89
Her
Loving Him
Mad Madi
Rats
Falling back out
Relationships 1
Beautiful daze
Untitled
Only her
Questions
Rapist
Leaving
Better Man
Miscarriage
Sitting here
Me
Lovely
Relationship 2
Fuck.
Self hate
Air
Nope
Pretty
Women's rights
Not anymore
The love she hasn't forgotten
Death date
Forever
Lies
New feeling
lover.
Over.
True Love
Sobbing nights
lover..
Him
Stuck in my mind
Help me
Out of balance
Fuck true love
Baked
Always you
Sunny days
On drugs
Fuck...
Home Alone
Drugged
Again, Again
Him Again
The love of my life
On Drugs.2
He makes me question myself
losing control
Up,Down
Broadening
Untouched
She is evil
Caught a break
Touched
US
Mine
Gone
UGH
like water
old memories
myself and I?
fuck you Justin
hit me
The ex
brother like
toxic relationship
eh
comes back around
unseen
warmth
comfort
always moving
dunkin
goodness
2020
The ex.2
uneven
This page
Druggy
one thing
bye and no thank you
being held
My head
slipped
12 ft
The bottom
Mute
Goodbye old lover
I wrote this for you
killed my hobby
Nothing is left for you
writer's block
The flow of mental illness
child to now
Who am I?
Peek o boo
Part of my heart
Second choices
the blur of a person
unknowing who you are
Fallin in again
Him again
I know better
I'm the monster
Spilt into two
childish
You broke it
She was a lie
again and again
Manic Ep.
still manic
No longer Manic.
Thank you.

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נכתב על ידי Luckyone444

We are forced to believe that we aren't enough for those around us, we are forced to believe that we have to be completely happy, completely perfect for others to even want us. Nobody is completely perfect? Ask the woman who can't have kids of her own. Ask the men who wake up screaming over world war nightmares. Ask the teenage girl who is drinking until death do her part. Ask the teenage boy who's covered in his father's scars?

No one is completely perfect, nobody is perfect.

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