\\Im drowning in my own home again and I cant seem to open my eyes for the fear of falling has my head spinning
and slipping seems so graceful,
your words bounded to my neck with chains that never loosen; cut into my chest like something that has never seemed so comforting.
Anything is better than this.//
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
\\Im drowning in my own home again and I cant seem to open my eyes for the fear of falling has my head spinning
and slipping seems so graceful,
your words bounded to my neck with chains that never loosen; cut into my chest like something that has never seemed so comforting.
Anything is better than this.//
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