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:::by annie:::attempting to write this on love feels like writing about god. something that i don't know anything about, that i'm not sure even exists in the way we think it exists. i don't know if love is so perfect. see, all i know is lust and admiration. purely physical or merely connections made up in my head. i'm giving up on controlling. there will always be something else to conquer it seems. i want something equal, honest, true. it's love. but at the same time, i want this with too many. and i don't know how to be a writer if i'm not feeling pain.
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bitch |
bitch more |
brains |
| call us | girls' night out | dressed us up | | man in our lives |
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