Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be loved properly. Someone, please show me, before my bones turn to ash from setting my skin on fire, just to see what it feels like to feel anything but the hollowness in my bones.
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Bones To Ash
PoetrySometimes I wonder what it feels like to be loved properly. Someone, please show me, before my bones turn to ash from setting my skin on fire, just to see what it feels like to feel anything but the hollowness in my bones. I'm so tired of trying to...
