The one who supposed to be tending to my open wounds
light-heartedness
and taming my unyielding spirit.
Searching...
He must be animated
light in spirit cause even catching myself ain't so easy
I know he's somewhere here in this atmosphere
all the times my *** has disappeared
He has left not one stone unturned and it's been all a wild goose chase but people see my poker face and I am still
Searching...
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
The one who supposed to be tending to my open wounds
light-heartedness
and taming my unyielding spirit.
Searching...
He must be animated
light in spirit cause even catching myself ain't so easy
I know he's somewhere here in this atmosphere
all the times my *** has disappeared
He has left not one stone unturned and it's been all a wild goose chase but people see my poker face and I am still
Searching...
Where on earth is he
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