My heart broke and every shard wounds my insides for every time I said, "I love you!"
They say the ticking always stops when you least expect it..........
.....Where was I going with life before I met you?
I've forgotten how dizzy circles can get when I'm use to going backwards.
After all that's happened my mind plays the trick of corruption.
Thinking it's got away.
When in the end it's also f*cked.
The mind behind the shame.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
My heart broke and every shard wounds my insides for every time I said, "I love you!"
They say the ticking always stops when you least expect it..........
.....Where was I going with life before I met you?
I've forgotten how dizzy circles can get when I'm use to going backwards.
After all that's happened my mind plays the trick of corruption.
Thinking it's got away.
When in the end it's also f*cked.
The mind behind the shame.
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