I gave up.
I no longer search,
seeking your approval,
acceptance,
or affection.
I sat bleeding,
panicked,
right before you.
You simply asked
if the blade was okay.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
I gave up.
I no longer search,
seeking your approval,
acceptance,
or affection.
I sat bleeding,
panicked,
right before you.
You simply asked
if the blade was okay.
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