
hudaa Ismail
nineTeen
pretty much an avid observer who is eccentric in nature as well as one who does things entirely based on her mood.
title: Not even a thing much less two, Panic attacks or so they say. That isn't what i'm feeling. I've learnt to run from anything uncomfortable. I see them flee at the sight of p.r.e.s.s.u.r.e. Symptoms of collapse; no where near. A secret to tell:this nothingness is intoxicating. It's time we learn,out of this regret. It isn't right, where we're heading. Take a detour, that's where we're going. As for tonight, some wonderment might occur. Hold on tight, it won't be smooth. Crying is useless. It was afterall, an abused little choice. Love, vinTage dreams |
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