There's pigeons nesting on our saints.

I'm having one of those nights, or weekends to be more accurate, where I'm so full of absolutely everything.

just help me, i'm running out of things to say

If I speak the truth, it will become real and there is just so many things that don't need to be that way... just yet. I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go from here.

just tell me, will he love me anyway?

I want to love and indulge and live simply. SIMPLE.

lately i feel i'd rather not believe love's blind

Please, just love. Nothing else.

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