Oct 2017
What do you want?
My rot soul,
soft dry lips,
thirsty eyes,
is what I have.
Though I know this.
Empty cups,
hands and legs,
failure's bliss,
is what you owe.
That's what you always tell me,
That's what I always know.
My rot soul,
soft dry lips,
thirsty eyes,
is what I have.
Though I know this.
Empty cups,
hands and legs,
failure's bliss,
is what you owe.
That's what you always tell me,
That's what I always know.
Whenever I feel like I somehow deserve better, I like to think like this.
(20/M)
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