Flying With Decayed Wings.

Twenty. Sunshine State. Pansexual.
Here are the things I hate, love, and fantasize about. I'm not here for fame or any type of popularity for that matter. Think we'd get along? Spam my ask box.
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I. There are days when I feel constantly smothered by the last thing I heard you say - “goodbye”

II. If I had to count how many times I didn’t want to toss myself off of a building, the number is significantly less now that I cut you off - cancer

III. It’s overwhelming to think of how many times I went above and beyond for you when you wouldn’t even look my way; even if I was choking - suffocating

"Three things I needed to hear myself say the most" - tl

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