Friend Zone: Center Stage
Friend Zone: Center Stage… Always the same games, with the same types, inner circles were close knit Only room left
Read moreFriend Zone: Center Stage… Always the same games, with the same types, inner circles were close knit Only room left
Read more“You’re not my type,” Was like daggers to the heart, The instance where I learned to disappear. In that limelight,
Read moreShe was a disciple of love So when it fell, unrequited, She couldn’t help but gag the doves, And kill
Read moreSo simple then, wide-eyed and compromised by every second glance, love the ache of stomachs knotted, and dreams so afferent
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