i could swear that my name burned in the lining of your heart but maybe i was only ever just another hair on the back of your neck / i thought i was the burning desire that churned in the pit of your stomach and lunged out like bile but maybe it was just the blood of all the hearts you've swallowed
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Daisy Chains
Teen Fiction❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
