PRESSURE
Italy, 15.

Odio. Rabbia. Disprezzo. Ecco cosa provo verso di me.

I am an ocean, I am the sea,
There is a world inside of me.
Lost in the abyss, drowned in the deep,
No set of lungs could salvage me.
Only a shipwreck, only a ghost,
Merely a graveyard of your former self.
We just watched the waves crash over.
I've been cast astray.

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yeule:

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pubertad:

Walk home pt 2

You should have seen my face when I saw this omg

if my walk home was like this I would be happy
zxei:

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