Today I told myself that I'd write down all the things I could never tell you.
Put them in an envelope on the top shelf of the wardrobe, next to the window that entertained my self loathing.
Till a sudden iron taste of blood coated my taste buds, as I bit down on my lips forcing myself to keep those words from escaping their prison.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
Today I told myself that I'd write down all the things I could never tell you.
Put them in an envelope on the top shelf of the wardrobe, next to the window that entertained my self loathing.
Till a sudden iron taste of blood coated my taste buds, as I bit down on my lips forcing myself to keep those words from escaping their prison.
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