Sharp breaths, sharp blades. I can't tell the difference.
It's my fault, why does focus elude me?
I lack a sense of purpose, a sense of responsibility. This time I am completely to blame, no one else. There is no excuse to save me, I'm tired and my shoulders are heavy.
I love them but I need to let go.
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Fair Conversation ~ The Voices In My Head's GC
SonstigesWelcome to my brain, any and all things are messy and almost incomprehensible. Read at your own risk :)
