🎱‧₊˚✮~#Shea?~♬⋆.˚🎧

All I want is a little more than I'll ever get; | ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊・꣑୧・⋆.˚👽˚.⋆・꣑୧・*ੈ✩‧₊˚♑⋆.˚꩜⋆.࿔・꣑୧・⋆.˚🪷˚.⋆・꣑୧・₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ | ... I talk to god, but the sky is empty. The sky doesn't care what you hope; The sky can't hear your prayers. The sun will rise again tomorrow morning.

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Cross the rainbow bridge with my doggg

Satony writing on the walls

Still riding heavy with my dog

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[weepingangellll]

does my hand still feel familiar in yours

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As a person, what others think about you does not define you unless you make it. Not only is hatred and envy a projection of one’s own deeply rooted insecurities, it is made up, a version of you that only exists within the mind of a child that never stopped imagining.

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I can smell how these people are trapped in their lives.

Their day to day lives.

They don’t see much;

Sometimes they get lost in it.

Other times, they just, they just feel lost.