I knew then what I’d think now
A pre-chosen idea like an infected wound opens up and feels brand new
The burning unexpected taste of a drunken release disappoints and leaves me here
I knew then
What I’d think now.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
I knew then what I’d think now
A pre-chosen idea like an infected wound opens up and feels brand new
The burning unexpected taste of a drunken release disappoints and leaves me here
I knew then
What I’d think now.
- From A Journey of Self to Self
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