"i know you hate this, but it's not hurting you"* maybe not physically exactly but the mental hurt did cause physical hurt in the end you just don't know
in had a childlike innocence i loved you the first thirteen years of my life yeah, i did love you mum now my innocence and free love has run out, it's gone now you want my love? it's your turn to earn it i'm not giving it to you unconditionally
i'm feeling really fragile delicate and brittle easy to break and finely painted on mostly pale with pastel color please don't d r o p me to shatter on the ground be gentle with the fine china