She was 18.5 years old.
RIP Mitty, 10/31
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.


Other WomanI'm losing him.Other Woman
I don't want to. I want to hold on to the warmth of his embrace and the feeling of his lips upon my hair; soft whispers when he thinks I'm not listening and the promises of the world once underneath a Manhattan skyline.
I want the boy who chased after me threatening tickles as I
jumped into his rock solid arms cradling me gently against his skin, holding me like I'm all kinds of porcelain, and not the man who is breaking me into every piece of pathetic.
I'm losing him.
Then the quiet voice calls out &nbs
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your pretty face gets you far with guys
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