pulsing and aching,
what is this feeling?
suffocate me,
until i burst out of air.
running from you,
failing again and again.
reaching out my hand,
silhouette no longer visible.
where are you?
YOU ARE READING
butterflies flames
Acakare we real? or are we just actors living through our lives with no true purpose?
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pulsing and aching,
what is this feeling?
suffocate me,
until i burst out of air.
running from you,
failing again and again.
reaching out my hand,
silhouette no longer visible.
where are you?
