Sep 2014
You told me I was beautiful,
That you'd kiss every scar,
That you could read "die",
But it was very hard.
You told me I had worth,
I'm NOT a walking corpse,
You told me that I'm something,
But you're not a reliable source.
That you'd kiss every scar,
That you could read "die",
But it was very hard.
You told me I had worth,
I'm NOT a walking corpse,
You told me that I'm something,
But you're not a reliable source.
Just a piece to remind myself how I felt, feel free to message me if you need help or need to talk.
(Earth)
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