I tied the strings as tight as I could, careful not to break the strings. They wouldn't shut up so it was hard to keep track of the knots. I thought I tied five. Screw it, i'll say it's seven.
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I tied the strings as tight as I could, careful not to break the strings. They wouldn't shut up so it was hard to keep track of the knots. I thought I tied five. Screw it, i'll say it's seven.
MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips.
Here, I will speak the sadness,
the heartache, and the decaying
for all the unspoken.
Perhaps under this layer of melancholy,
the girl I once kne...