Jun 2016
I can feel it consuming me from inside
It's tendrils wrapped around my crumbling heart
Ripping sobs from my throat
It has made me weak
It's tendrils wrapped around my crumbling heart
Ripping sobs from my throat
It has made me weak
loneliness
how sour the word tastes on my tongue
as if I don't deserve it
how sour the word tastes on my tongue
as if I don't deserve it
(somewhere in the midwest)
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