a tally on my wrist
for all my fears and failures,
a curse for each time
my words go neglected.
a feeling of nostalgia
for all those that left me,
and an eternal mark on my heart,
for all the times I've felt broken.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
a tally on my wrist
for all my fears and failures,
a curse for each time
my words go neglected.
a feeling of nostalgia
for all those that left me,
and an eternal mark on my heart,
for all the times I've felt broken.
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