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When someone wishes you dead or claims your dead to them it's not your duty to call its theirs.

no one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes who smell like smoke, who tastes like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems and so many sad dreams - nikita gill

Roman Payne: 'She was free in her wildness. she was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

Like mum wasn't exactly happy we ended up sitting next to you out of like 4000 seats but I think they are gradually excepting your forgiveness maybe