I commit crimes against my body to test for happiness.
A feeling that
I'm not sure
I know
how to
feel.
Yet
there's something
I love
about the way
it feels to
feel nothingness cling to my insides like pure, restless butterflies.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
I commit crimes against my body to test for happiness.
A feeling that
I'm not sure
I know
how to
feel.
Yet
there's something
I love
about the way
it feels to
feel nothingness cling to my insides like pure, restless butterflies.
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