Nothing but words
Truth is I get jealous easily because whats mine is mine. I say sorry too much, I wear my heart on my sleeve, I act like I don’t give a fuck because I care too much. I over analyze, make mistakes, and fall hard. I’m afraid of failure and seek perfection. I’m a big complicated mess, but hey, no one said you have to love me; I’m not going to change who I am. Either love me, or move on.

"Without music, life would be a mistake"
Nothing but words
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missing-souls:

queued, feel free to delete ❀
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