Jun 2016
If my walls can talk it would be disgusted of the secrets I keep,
my pillow already drowned by my tears, and my heart exhausted for taking countless of beating.
my pillow already drowned by my tears, and my heart exhausted for taking countless of beating.
Behind the scenes, when the doors are closed and when you're alone with your thoughts.
(Philliphines)
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