My body is broken, bleeding from how you accept me without fault.
Sure I may lie and tear you to pieces, but you still desire to patch my wounds and lay beside me.
There is nothing more painful and tragically beautiful than this.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
My body is broken, bleeding from how you accept me without fault.
Sure I may lie and tear you to pieces, but you still desire to patch my wounds and lay beside me.
There is nothing more painful and tragically beautiful than this.
Going through hell.
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