it hasn't even happened yet and I feel the weight of your absence pressing on my chest
I've never been one for attachment and now I understand why
because to care too deeply is the emotional equivalent of Russian roulette
but this time they are all filled with bullets
and I seem to be winning this round
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
it hasn't even happened yet and I feel the weight of your absence pressing on my chest
I've never been one for attachment and now I understand why
because to care too deeply is the emotional equivalent of Russian roulette
but this time they are all filled with bullets
and I seem to be winning this round
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