

sore.five. missing you is a constant ache, lodging itself in my spine, stingingsore.
acidically in the corners of my mouth.
all I can taste is metal, metal, metal.
four. youre in every corner of every room, in every corner of my mind.
and on most days, I dont know if any of this is worth it. I just wish I could let you go.
three. memories shaking me, smashing against my mind in exact beat with my heart. and I still feel your fingertips sometimes, raking my skin like its last year.
two. your words get harsher every day, and your face gets more reckless.  
Hallows Eve
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we're crashing cars we used to share.
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Pilvien reunalta laivaansa uittava poika ei palannutkaan
Se sanoi että unelmien linnasta
mistään hinnasta
ette mua mukaanne saa
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"My hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows i'm a poet." -Bright Eyes
-o- Lalalalala~
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Serving you quality insanity EVERY day!
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