How poetic of you. You are a murder. You destroy peoples dreams and destroy peoples sanity. You can find me at the insane asylum. I'm not crazy. I'm just broken. Thanks for breaking me down into little parts. Thanks for whispering deadly things to me. Thanks for teaching me what it's like to be used completely. Little parts of me are scattered all around. I keep looking for my pieces. I try to glue them back together. They never fit though. It will never be the same. We will never be the same. None of us will ever be the same.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
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