Infatuated with your scars,
you’re picking at the scab.
You never wanted them to heal
because you’re happy to be sad.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
Infatuated with your scars,
you’re picking at the scab.
You never wanted them to heal
because you’re happy to be sad.
Sometimes being sad means being safe
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