She's an endless war
Martina; Italy.

Music is my everything -

Remember when we went to the city? You held my hand as we got off the train. And we just talked for hours, as we sheltered out from the rain. I can’t sleep and I can’t eat and I can’t focus on this. And everything you said to me was just a lie, something to make me feel good inside. Nothing hurts harder than finding out the truth, about the one thing you thought you knew. 

Missing you feels like breathing.

  -  21 Aprile
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