I Know His Eyes Have Touched The Prettiest Of Skins. Curvy Siluetees With The Daintiest Of Fabrics, Hosts
I know his eyes have touched the prettiest of skins. Curvy siluetees with the daintiest of fabrics, hosts of beautiful souls on the inside.
And I know that I’m far from it, and I don’t deserve him.
Is it that bad to want his attention? To feel his texts caress my inner world, knowing his fingers will never touch mine?
Am I hurting myself too much? Is this broken soul beyond repair?
- Yes
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all mine.
Words bring thoughts that seem to connect, lack of security means second guessing thoughts. Why are these words shared, is it possible that thoughts are facts?
Uncertainly, being in a state of being uncertain.
Uncertain, not able to be relied on; not know or definite.
They feed on pain, but don’t exist most times.
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Yes, I’m a fucking dumb stupid girl
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