I thought the sky was clear once more,
That I am healed from a bleeding sore
But it seems like each “okay” is a heavy sigh,
A sharpening blade, an inner lie
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
I thought the sky was clear once more,
That I am healed from a bleeding sore
But it seems like each “okay” is a heavy sigh,
A sharpening blade, an inner lie
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