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You’re taking me down bit by bit in those killer blue eyes, and I hate myself for it.

Ice queen melted; who am I supposed to be? Why

are you knotting up my insides like a pile of discarded string?

(why do I even care?)

“I’m tired of feeling like I’m f***ing crazy… I’m tired of driving til I see stars in my eyes” (Ride — Lana del Rey)

I wish I wouldn’t need saving from a heart that races just a bit faster when you’re around…
I wish we wouldn’t play these games.

 

 

 

 

 

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