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Why do you look so hurt?
Well if you're saying this based on the theme of my tumblr and my posts, then I feel like my posts aren't as punk rocker as I think they are lol, I guess they seem much rather like a hurt person's mind. But it's a beautiful judgment I'd say (or maybe a harsh reality lol)
Lyric Credit- Hybe lables/Tomorrow X Together
People: "what's your favorite thing in the world?"
Me:
Bashing my head against a white wall, Ripping the picture I took with you again, I will never smile like I used to.
Empty Trash By LΓREN
My notes app is angrier than me.
I cast my sweet whispers into the wind,
Will they reach you?
Or will the wind answer me with a cold howlβ¦.?
Favored was the one, who received apricity,
Star-crossed was I, condemned to opacity,
Tragedy was Eponine, Marius' lover,
So was I, midnight to hover.