Saturday, February 13, 2016

Beejebus. Why do feelings exist?

Someone just shot me with killer questions and I keep on feeding the curiosity.
I do not wish to be found, but deep down, I think I want to be saved. I'm (always) exhausted being everyone's superhero that is expected to be on her toes 24/7 with the cape.

Everything is a tad too overwhelming now.

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"It was mine, that love.
I owned it.
//
You are what you love, not who loves you."

xx,
D.

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