I looked at you, and saw a crumpled piece of paper. What really fucked with my mind was not knowing whether I wanted to open it or not.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.
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I looked at you, and saw a crumpled piece of paper. What really fucked with my mind was not knowing whether I wanted to open it or not.