"لا أحد يتم إرساله بالصدفة إلى أي شخص ، كل هذا مكتوب."

The sexual tension between me and destroying everything in anger....

in another universe, i'm pretty and easy enough to be loved by those i love

We were made for each other, but we ended up apart.

Losing your favorite person can mentally destroy you.

I’m so tired of holding myself together when all I really want is to fall apart

I'm not looking for someone to heal me. In reality, I want someone who will never hurt me again

"everything will be alright" yeah maybe after I die

"but you survived" it would've been better if I hadn't

i’m a little too much but somehow never enough.