May 2014
that stigma.
stings like a bee.
like those unread poems for her.
gray skies and saturday sunsets.
the road less traveled.
i want to see more.
but i'm practically dead.
and it's a sad thing.
stings like a bee.
like those unread poems for her.
gray skies and saturday sunsets.
the road less traveled.
i want to see more.
but i'm practically dead.
and it's a sad thing.
(philippines)
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