a letter to your bestfriend
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We aren’t existing together or in like galaxies. Where yours is, that land illicit to mine. Yours is polluted from late night escapades. Whose origin began when you decided to chug goblets of juice from the stars to get high. Soon enough, foul secrets were being slurred into vanilla scented necks inside dark closets, with only memories and raw hips as witness. but, baby girl, you have to stop growing up so fast. Your delirious. And although the façade’s I carry, have sung me hymns of emotions I share with victims I cannot touch. You are one of them, I cannot touch you. but if i could protect from everything i would. but i will just hold your hand through it all. i will be your sidekick.but i must tell you dearest ,im hiding in the pocket of your coat. you just havent noticed me yet. i am slowly combusting. Exploding like millions of packaged pop rocks. I have found a new pastime and it's destroying me. My golden mane is loosing its shine and my iris’s are loosing their sparkle. Oh dear bella i am your very own supernova.
-some of this was copied from the amazing celeste-
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