If I could understand it myself maybe I'd sahre it.
I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.
But I don't know why or how to be someone else. I also pray for another life and for the sweet
caress of death.
Clearly I've had more than my fair share of unanswered prayers
I love the men I can't have
Because
I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.
For that same reason I spent my formative years getting serious with a knife.
I prayed we'd get too serious and go too far, but here I am an exhibit in pathetic
another unasnwered prayer poster child
I made a promise to live because
I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.
I don't know much. I sure as **** don't know where it started or why but at least
I
know
what
I
Like
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
If I could understand it myself maybe I'd sahre it.
I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.
But I don't know why or how to be someone else. I also pray for another life and for the sweet
caress of death.
Clearly I've had more than my fair share of unanswered prayers
I love the men I can't have
Because
I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.
For that same reason I spent my formative years getting serious with a knife.
I prayed we'd get too serious and go too far, but here I am an exhibit in pathetic
another unasnwered prayer poster child
I made a promise to live because
I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.
I don't know much. I sure as **** don't know where it started or why but at least
I
know
what
I
Like
- From A Journey of Self to Self
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