i'm giving up. the bruises remind me of what we had. the sourness in your face as you pass me in the halls, gives me a dull pain. a pain in my chest, that no matter how much i make myself bleed. it doesn't go away. im starting to think it never will.
~awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
Poetrydeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry
