Who am I, if not a footprint in the sand that the ocean will just wash away. |
It's the things that are broken and torn that we avoid the most. Yet we expect everyone to feel for us. |
Why is poison our favorite sweetener? |
It was over before it had started. This is how love works. Don't take it personal when you fall victim to this monster. It'll make you ugly, it'll make you blind, it'll make you stupid, and it'll take your life. |