Purple bruises my eyes
Tall shadows plague me
Slow dancing in the dark
Death is my only partner—and i hate how my shaking hands are too numb to write my real
thoughts because this disorder has
makes me feel brain dead.
love, memory
Purple bruises my eyes
Tall shadows plague me
Slow dancing in the dark
Death is my only partner—and i hate how my shaking hands are too numb to write my real
thoughts because this disorder has
makes me feel brain dead.