Oct 2013
You are always
haunted
by the idea that
you are
l o s i n g
y o u r s e l f.
And that may be true.
But
I found you hiding in my
lungs
one night,
and now
I can't get you
out.
haunted
by the idea that
you are
l o s i n g
y o u r s e l f.
And that may be true.
But
I found you hiding in my
lungs
one night,
and now
I can't get you
out.
This was on a doodle that I did in class when I was supposed to be mathing (I know that isn't a word -.-+). It's not nearly as cool as it was on the paper, and I'll probably fix it later. But for now, here it is.
(America)
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