Bloom, sweetheart.
Bloom where you are planted and reap what you have sown.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Is it?
Me with my broken heart,
And you with your broken heart.
We collide,
And ruins are what we are made of now.
But oh darling, even the universe
Is created from explosion.
Is it not?
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