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Hi ♥

Miss Mess xoxo

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I loved you more than I can love

I was born to be with you. in between sheets of calm and understanding, on the floor of passion and longing, against the wall of society and hatred, In any version of reality, I am my best when I am … Continue reading

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Hold on, hold on, hold on

Miss Mess xoxo

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In words ..

“Your longing for me is my message to you; All your attempts to reach me Are in reality my attempts to reach you.” – Rumi Miss Mess xoxo

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You & Tequila ♥

Miss Mess xoxo

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Love is…

Love is not your perpetual anger following a two minute show of vulnerability. Love is not pretending you are okay with the Friday night arrangement. Love is not fearing your texts will go unanswered. Love is not about who cares … Continue reading

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Like the legend of the pheonix / All ends with beginnings

Hamad was somewhat typical in his behaviours. Not so surprisingly, he had trouble expressing himself eloquently, and as per usual he preferred humour and over the dinner table conversations. But if she had heard him right, what he said this … Continue reading

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Be soft

Miss Mess xoxo

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Time is the baba of all truth

You call it stalking, I call it coincidence! What’s in a name; your lies keep surfacing in technicolour for me to read them. Miss Mess xoxo

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the summer that was worth 100k

I miss that boy in New York: he was so honest with me, so naturally genuine and humbly giving. After Miami I couldn’t bring myself to ask you questions the girls, the girlfriends, the past that no one asks you … Continue reading

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