Apr 2015
It is always raining
On the outermost edges,
In the alleyways and
All through the subway streets
Inside,
Outside,
The snow and the hail and the goddamed rain
It pours through the cracks
Of my heart
On the outermost edges,
In the alleyways and
All through the subway streets
Inside,
Outside,
The snow and the hail and the goddamed rain
It pours through the cracks
Of my heart
I've been talking about my heart a lot lately, which is mainly due to the fact that if I can write about it here it might find its way out of my ****** chest
(22/F/London)
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