I've got an ache in my heart, left over from this hate that was ours, we had a thing we called love, turns out pretending's no fun.
I've found a place for my art, Just left of whats left of the shell of myself. A hole's what it's called, burying this, and you, and everyone else.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
I've got an ache in my heart, left over from this hate that was ours, we had a thing we called love, turns out pretending's no fun.
I've found a place for my art, Just left of whats left of the shell of myself. A hole's what it's called, burying this, and you, and everyone else.
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