Attached for life
A reminder of tough times
Not to remind me of tougher times, but to remind me that I’m still in tough times
Can I cover up how I feel with how I feel?
Just to look down and feel ashamed of how ashamed I am?
Will you look at my skin and wonder of a story? Ask for my motivation? Or look at my skin and make up a story and wonder on my lack of motivation?
I feel good about my designs. They define me.
I hate these designs. Because they don’t define me.
With pain comes pleasure. A sign of living.
With that pleasure comes numb and a longing for living.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
Attached for life
A reminder of tough times
Not to remind me of tougher times, but to remind me that I’m still in tough times
Can I cover up how I feel with how I feel?
Just to look down and feel ashamed of how ashamed I am?
Will you look at my skin and wonder of a story? Ask for my motivation? Or look at my skin and make up a story and wonder on my lack of motivation?
I feel good about my designs. They define me.
I hate these designs. Because they don’t define me.
With pain comes pleasure. A sign of living.
With that pleasure comes numb and a longing for living.
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