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When trying no longer works…

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I really miss you. Where did you go? What happened to US?

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" love made the danger in you look like safety -" - from Milk and Honey by Rupi Khar (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/r7ySFzncxI

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"Everyone comes with scars, but you could love them away. I told you that i wasn't perfect, you told me the same. I think that's why we belong, together and unashamed. I told you that i wasn't perfect, no way.

-Fifth Harmony 7/27 album, No way

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"A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor"

-TaT

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Fake friends

You see, people always tell you that they will never talk about you behind your back. But what do they do later on in the friendship? The thing they promised the would never do. This is the reason I struggle with trust. People test you by throwing all this crap at you just for the fun of it. I hate it. I hate the people that turn on you without a reason. The people that spread rumors. The people that lie. I wish I wouldn't have to deal with all these fakers.

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Brillance…

Sometimes brilliance explodes suddenly and unexpectedly like an intense spark, whereas at other times, the genius gently unfolds like a blossoming flower over a much longer journey.

~ KA ~ October 11, 2017 ~ ~ Gif Found @ Giphy ~

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burden.

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Forbidden Crush...

I  shouldn't have liked you. At all. But gosh, your eyes. Your smile. Your laugh. Your everything. I wanna start with your eyes. Your eyes remind me of a teddy bear. A soft stuffed bear. I could get lost in those brown eyes of yours. I know, brown eyes are common. But yours, they had that sparkle when you talked so passionately about something, when you were  happy, which you always are. At times they had that darker tint that made it almost black. They remind me of the moon. Your smile. It's is breathtaking. Swept me away every time you smiled. I remember the first time we met. It was in 6th grade, two years ago in orchestra. Our teacher sat us next to each other. You were new, looked kinda timid. We also had the same gym class the next day. We started talking. When you were talking about your family you smiled so brightly. I look back now and i realized that that was my favorite smile of yours. I also remember that one time in orchestra when the teacher was making jokes. You laughed and i thought it was the best noise ever. That same year, I got your number and sent a text. We talked for hours upon hours. I asked you what my contact name was, hoping that my name was spelled correctly, but what told me was something I never expected. You said I was your best friend. I was so happy. The rest of the year went by really fast. 7th grade rolled along. You started acting weird. You kept saying 'no homo!' everytime I would joke about saying 'I know you love me'. Around this time I started realizing that I had these feelings. My mom kept say "Oh, she might like you". Honestly, I was in disbelief. She couldn't be. That would make me fall for her more. (Btw, I am not aloud to like girls) As time went on, I almost told you. You kept pestering me but, like always, I shrugged it off. I was not about to tell you. And I never will. One day you ran towards me, literally jumping into my arms and hugged me so tight. I thought I was going to faint. My heart skipped a beat. I was so tired of feeling like this because  I would cry over you. I was so attached. You distanced your self from me for whatever reason. I got a boyfriend just to keep my mind off of you. I had to. I didn't like the boy, but I could manage. 8th grade.. I broke up with my 'boyfriend' because i wanted to get close to you again. We were in class and i heard that laugh I love, the smile that makes me swoon, that sparkle in your eye.  Oh how I missed that. We haven't really hugged until I had to leave. I went to you, bent down, and hugged you. It wasn't how I wished it could have been but it was enough. Enough to make me crave for your touch again but I keep reminding myself that you were my best friend. I also really want to tell you but, again, I could never. All of middle school so far I have wanted to be open but instead I went after someone to keep my mind off of you. Because I had had dreams of us kissing and cuddling and i could never do that. I wouldn't be able to. I care about our friendship to much. So I am over here, watching you from the other side of the room, wishing I could keep you in my arms. I miss holding your hand without feeling like it is a mistake. I hate when you apologize for brushing your leg on mine. I hate how timid you are around me. I hate feeling like I am doing it all wrong. Help me. Give a hug and stay like that. All i want is you...

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