Magnolia days

i baked muffins. for him. like: this time, finally, when he opens the door, i will have something in my hand.

it usually hurts me a lot. boooom, right there, hurting, forcing my eyes watering. bitches, they always betray. 

i will wake up in the morning, and i know there will be another day and i will hope for another sunday. i guess it is easier like this. he never takes hope. id like it harder, thou. id like to fight with real love.

this year, magnolia days are over. 

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