As I was clawing my way back to you, I hit something solid. It was completely torn, scratches and cuts creating messy patterns. I realized it was me underneath all this. Eyes closed, lips chapped. I was desecrating myself for you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.
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As I was clawing my way back to you, I hit something solid. It was completely torn, scratches and cuts creating messy patterns. I realized it was me underneath all this. Eyes closed, lips chapped. I was desecrating myself for you.