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sometimes the worst place you can be, is in your own head.
between winning hearts and breaking hearts, there is a fine line called style.
i don't regret my past. i just regret the time i've wasted with the wrong people.
sometimes our feelings are same but we afraid to say
i live a little in the moment, like i'm standing at the edge.
everyone loves you when you die
nothing will wear you and drain you out like caring about the wrong people
wishes are only the beginning of reality
please don't make me attached, if you won't keep me.
respect your parents