I’m starving
and you’re my audience
“fix it”
“make it better”
I’ll scream to you on my death bed
I know you lack the power.
you can’t stitch me back together
but neither of us will leave either
and that’s what makes things beautiful.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
I’m starving
and you’re my audience
“fix it”
“make it better”
I’ll scream to you on my death bed
I know you lack the power.
you can’t stitch me back together
but neither of us will leave either
and that’s what makes things beautiful.
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