I oftentimes find myself compensating for my creation
As if merely existing is an extraordinarily enormous insult in itself
And my reason for living is to repeatedly apologize for breathing
Because the space I am apart of isn't and never will be where I am wanted
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
I oftentimes find myself compensating for my creation
As if merely existing is an extraordinarily enormous insult in itself
And my reason for living is to repeatedly apologize for breathing
Because the space I am apart of isn't and never will be where I am wanted
Amara Pendergraft 2014
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