//We have a complicated little thing, it is a small flame burning the world, and it burns the same way her heart feels when it is alone. We are meant to be hard and when I look into her eyes; she makes me feel as if I know nothing at all.

love is a violent flower; blooming in the middle of my bones, and loving her was something else, it was some kind of heavy rain that was meant to flood my empty soul.//

-R.M. Drake

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