your desire is to rip into my chest for my beating heart..
****** my future down the gutter...
yell at me as i lower my head and cry....
bore holes into my head with distrust.....
and then cover it up with an "i love you".
. . . well **** you and good day.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
your desire is to rip into my chest for my beating heart..
****** my future down the gutter...
yell at me as i lower my head and cry....
bore holes into my head with distrust.....
and then cover it up with an "i love you".
. . . well **** you and good day.
7.24.17
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