barely
updated.
there's
more
to
life
than
this.



Other diaries:

9*27*01

Flowing, fluid

.His heart warming mine like feathered blankets.
.A thousand spinning heads, like tortured souls.
.Can still feel you inside my hands.
.Never a goodbye, no cry for help.
.To wish to live my life without a regret.
.And to never take those steps backwards.
.That will ultimately result in a spill.
.But there is no progression without regression.
.*sigh*.

We are all vulnerable.



regress /progress



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