Aleksandra

I find comfort in my own sabotage

It's not love when your ocean blue eyes look right into mine and i start feeling like imight sink and cry,drown and die

I find comfort in my own sabotage

Because I knew from thebeginning it whouldn't be roses without choses 

And loving eyes without lies 

How can it not grieve yourheart love,seeing me trying be part of 

  • Author: Aleksandra (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2023 05:48
  • Category: Sad
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