The lowest of lows is a form of rebirth. Sometimes this place brings me back to moments of pure bliss and peace. I swear I can smell his cologne on the night air, and the full moon feels like a beacon of hope for what we once had. I woke up on the beach, the … Continue reading Broken and Raw… A.G 14
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Wasting my life on you…A.G 13
The constant back and forth of love and hate. I let the world disappear so I could be your anchor and supporter, and you let me sink at every opportunity—not even a gesture of help from your direction. I miss the moments that made me feel loved and cared for, like I was something other … Continue reading Wasting my life on you…A.G 13
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