obsessed (Remove filter)
toxic from the start
A series of self reflection
unhealthy questions
our rose colored phase with twisted lessons and a mutual obsession our souls connected as I throw a cruel test in
how much of me can you take or is this fate I’m lost in a paradise I refuse to break
Wednesday 25th November 2020 3:36 pm
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