my mind's singing a bitter song of self-destruction
the wreckage you left behind will take refuge in my bones
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
四
my mind's singing a bitter song of self-destruction
the wreckage you left behind will take refuge in my bones
