Cherrystical

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How come my superpowers don't work on you and me?

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I hate older men who decided to give love to teenage girls and ended up leaving them because they're "immature". no shit, sherlock.

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I've been thinking, maybe I'm too childish but honestly so what? I'm a girl and I'm 18. I'm bound to be immature.

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A jack of all trades can be a master of one

While a master of one can't do all trades

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yes, i'm locked in. now buy me a pink pilates mat!

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too much testosterone in a room makes my head hurt

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the worst type of boys are the ones who would make you leave your girls!!!

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locking in but still grabbing my cigarettes

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When you said the sunset was beautiful

The water was cold but it didn't bother me

The coarse sand didn't scratch my skin

The birds weren't calling your name

And the waves weren't your image anymore

I could enjoy my coffee and cigarettes without tasting your lips

I left, the sunset was over

[cherrystical]

You are the concept of love itself

Because there are no room for rust on your metals–you accept broken vases, fixed it into something new and beautiful

You made me forget all my past beliefs because you taught me how to see things I was once blind to

If I loved one day, I want to love just like you

[cherrystical]

All i wanted was for someone to love me

And along the road, were destructive thoughts

From my journey was only pain and loneliness—that seemed to thrive without trying

My soul is home to all the evil in the world

Because home is wherever I feel pain

Today is the closest I have ever been to it.

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I'm talking to him but i'm thinking of you

Wondering if you think of me too

Starting to miss you and that is a crime

I never let go with feelings, high

But you're my exception, you're just perfection

dreaming of you, late nights in bed

Talking to him while I'm thinking of you

Sleeping with eyes shut

I feel your hands on mine

It's cold and unbothered

Like gun to the metals

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Coarse like the sand was your heart

The waves were illusions of your face

The sound of distant birds was your voice

Even my cigarettes and coffee tasted like you

You have made yourself the title of my trip

Ruins of the temple were by our mistakes