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𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑒, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤.

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Cause my head is full of memories and my heart is full of nostalgia.

I hate survival mode became my personality.

Where were you when I was still kind?

I want to do everything, so I do nothing.

“I love your personality!!” Thanks, its a disorder.

Lowkey hate nostalgia because what do you mean I can never go back?

مالي أراكَ في كلِّ الوجوه، أغزوتني أم غزتكَ الأماكن؟

Happy birthday to my first best friend, my sis. I love that we got to grow up together and share all those little childhood memories. I’m so proud of you, and I hope life always treats your heart gently. I love you more than words could ever say. 💘

Home isn't as warm when you're not in it.

Feminine urge to stay gone. be unseen, be unavailable, be unheard of.

Feminine urge to stay gone. be unseen, be unavailable, be unheard of.

It is better to burn than to disappear.

Somebody inside of me has always tried, with all his strength, to be nobody.

I miss the person I was meant to be.