I feel like curling into a ball
I miss myself
I miss warmth
Happiness
I miss the feeling of a first loves kiss
The tingling in my fingertips
but all I’ve left is dark and grey
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
I feel like curling into a ball
I miss myself
I miss warmth
Happiness
I miss the feeling of a first loves kiss
The tingling in my fingertips
but all I’ve left is dark and grey
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