I want to be soaked in emotion
Strained and drained till there’s nothing left
If there’s a soul harbored in my body, I’ll drag it till it’s jagged and jaded
Nothing more than less.
What is sense when you have nothing common?
What is life even?
I want it all or nothing, maybe (probably not) for the best.
Putting two and two together was much simpler when you turned every word out of your mouth into joke and jest.
I came, I saw, I conquered.
Then I came again.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
I want to be soaked in emotion
Strained and drained till there’s nothing left
If there’s a soul harbored in my body, I’ll drag it till it’s jagged and jaded
Nothing more than less.
What is sense when you have nothing common?
What is life even?
I want it all or nothing, maybe (probably not) for the best.
Putting two and two together was much simpler when you turned every word out of your mouth into joke and jest.
I came, I saw, I conquered.
Then I came again.
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