She's imperfect but she tries
She is good but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up
And baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone but she used to be mine.

I let my walls down only to build it up again.

Late night thoughts

Love wasn't supposed to be so difficult.

ordinary.

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Feeling utterly inferior right now.

心跳.

I try my best to forget and to be happy.

Happy birthday to me.