The constant voices inside of his head;
they are determined to drown him.
I hope he hears my affection instead;
encouraging him to swim.
...
*They are alive but he is dead;
hope is a phantom limb.*
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
The constant voices inside of his head;
they are determined to drown him.
I hope he hears my affection instead;
encouraging him to swim.
...
*They are alive but he is dead;
hope is a phantom limb.*
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