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B.K Laurel

Just a writer writing about love because that's what all the cool kids are falling into these days.

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keepsake

December 29, 2021December 30, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

Give me hope and I’ll try not to lose it

entry #662

December 8, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

Love with flawless freedom.

hi.

November 2, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

i love you *kiss* bye

21.

October 14, 2021December 8, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

Last night I dreamt I was 22 and for some reason, it scared me. I felt my youth slip away and instead of feeling liberated, I felt trapped; bound by a death that’s soon to come. I don’t mind dying, just dying too soon. And it feels like my time is coming. Every morning I … Continue reading 21.

youthful dilemma.

October 11, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

I’m leaving because I’m chasing a dream. No, you’re leaving because you’re running away from one.

the thing i tried so hard to do but couldn’t.

August 31, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

I’m sorry, this just isn’t for me. Don’t hate me, I tried.

rainy days.

August 22, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

You are the sun But sometimes the sun gets clouded And not everyone can see how bright you are Don’t blame them; be patient, because after every rainfall, Comes a clear sky.

entry #39

August 4, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

You don’t hate your life until you’re willing to trade in all your old cards for new ones. Trust me, there’s always one card worth betting on.

hope is for the morning, but i don’t wake up until noon.

July 18, 2021October 4, 2021 ~ B.K Laurel ~ Leave a comment

I miss the days when I woke up to pink and orange skies; sun beaming in my eyes — couldn’t fall back asleep even if I tried, That’s okay, I liked it. And I like to believe it was simpler then; when bills were my friends — on-time payments again and again, I felt strong … Continue reading hope is for the morning, but i don’t wake up until noon.

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