sometimes I feel lost in the bed sheets;
clinging onto a body I wasn't made to
hold.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
sometimes I feel lost in the bed sheets;
clinging onto a body I wasn't made to
hold.
I woke up clutching a pillow with her name on the tip of my tongue.
-Z.xo
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