I searched for you my whole life.
Ripping people open to see if I could recognize you inside them.
None of them were you.
The day I found you, I could barely hold on.
I had scraps where slabs should be.
I hadn’t realized they were ripping me apart too.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
I searched for you my whole life.
Ripping people open to see if I could recognize you inside them.
None of them were you.
The day I found you, I could barely hold on.
I had scraps where slabs should be.
I hadn’t realized they were ripping me apart too.
