life sentence
Monday, November 10, 2014
winter has me in its grip
i can smell it in the nightmares
submit to the cold
Saturday, November 8, 2014
i selfishly don't want to look at your pain
want to hide in a blanket fort with my woobie
the blood on your hands reminded me of him
i am a very sheltered and lucky child
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