I want to be a beacon of love,
But I have hate in my heart.
I want to only do good things,
But I feel so guilty.
I allow them to live in my head,
Which means I'll never move on.
It'd be nice to love myself,
Cause I'm so tired of feeling this way.
Galactic empire. (I mean there could be, we're just not allowed in. They lock there doors when they drive past earth. We're the ghetto of civilizations)
Oh my sister, my brilliant, sweet loving sister. All of this.
I've never once doubted that you have my back. You have been my fierce protector and also a shoulder to lean on.
This is beautifully written darling. I wish the hateful people could see this. But sadly I don't think it'd make a...