Mar 13
Things fall apart,
Breaking into slits and scars.
You miss the way it used to me,
You miss the feeling of you and me.
It's hard not to imagine how it used to be,
To stop the memories you can drink or die.
Breaking into slits and scars.
You miss the way it used to me,
You miss the feeling of you and me.
It's hard not to imagine how it used to be,
To stop the memories you can drink or die.
Does the community setting actually work?
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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