Truth.
Siiiiiighhh
I want this sooooo bad that I just can’t help but get so worked up about things and paranoid. Maybe I should want it a little less so I don’t ruin it before its officially began..
Why why why
must you decide to always come back, right after I just became fine and ok with letting you go?
Love is like art, heartbroken on the canvas. Painted the perfect picture, you seem to never get it.
Colors prevail and you turn into a fucking monster…
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| — | Tyga |
