Writer. Dreamer. Lover. Aspiring Guitarist on hold.
Soul-speaker with a facetious banter; conveying mine through the airways of your soul. Listen with your soul.
Soul-speaker with a facetious banter; conveying mine through the airways of your soul. Listen with your soul.
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I can’t even be near you.
I cringe whenever I see your face.
The thought of your existence disturbs my soul..
To hear your voice turns my stomach.
That’s how much I love you.
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