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I am Vito, and Vito is a poet..









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limchoylee:

its funny, how you keep waiting for someone,
keep waiting.
this time things will be better but it’s rarely is. they’re a part of your past for a reason. probably should be no more than lesson you learned but for some godforsaken reason you keep allowing them to toy with you. “we could be so great,” except we’re not. i guess everyone has that one person, that one bad habit.
i hate the internet.

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if i were a gypsy, if i were a legionnaire: How I feel sometimes.

alysiasache:

This ain’t no poem.

Do you know what it feels like to have people love your words but not you? All along I thought these words were me…Maybe they are maybe not. Either way people just like pretty sentences. I’ve had people tell me I’m pretty. And then they left. Sometimes they found someone…

this is why I think you’re amazing Alysia. I feel the same way, but in due time Gods promise will reveal itself and you’ll realize that this was just a lesson.

(Source: stephizard)

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