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The suspense that filled
me, when I would wait...
by Curing the Comon Cliche
I lace up my chucks and I throw on a scarf,
Who knew these cuts would leave more than just...
Choking on words
Don't feel enough to push sound through my throat...
Your words hurt.
If all the clouds
In the fathomless sky...
i came really close last night
holding the thoughts of some vile concoction...
If our eyes refuse to accept the burden of the world's ills, then our hearts will bear the dreadful grief despite the inevitability of them shattering.
Lack of trust: Killing relationships from the beginning of time.
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.