My clouded mind could never love itself the way you love your perceived hope.
I wish you could make me, shove me, kick me, spit in my face until I just do it.
But this weight is mine and mine alone.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
My clouded mind could never love itself the way you love your perceived hope.
I wish you could make me, shove me, kick me, spit in my face until I just do it.
But this weight is mine and mine alone.