❝ you use your heart as a weapon and it hurts like heaven past the point of love shattered and untied do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark? it's so cold still I won't let go waiting to pick up the pieces that make it all alright but pieces of what? pieces of what we used to call home; pieces of what doesn't matter anymore. ❞ MGMT || B∆STILLE || T H E 1 9 7 5 flawrovium © Copyright 2014
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