Mirrors (WIP)
My heart aches for you mirroring the way God broke my heart. So unattainable, out of my reach, so sweet, twisted into the most beautiful of braids.Worldview shattered through these rose-colored glasses, i catch glimpses of real life.
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Non Licuit
Everywhere I turn, I feel like I'm not allowed. That won't stop me from going. 2022 Edit: This became an unrequited love thing lmaooo hope i have strong feelings about literally anything else
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