"I keep my grammar well rehearsed, correct evert stutter every slur. Kind of like a bird, watching patiently for a mistake that will change everything. But not exactly clear to the eye, more so reading between the lines whilst a scar rips open around the tight chest.
Falling apart, apart, its a simple art, art.
Your all I see, sink into me, Sharpen you teeth, sink into me.
Imerse me in this dark place, forever more."
So, So, So.
I'm getting that hoodie i wanted, presuming there isn't a better one available. I managed to persuade my mum that £80 is enough to cover everything, Including tax, and its ridiculous if it isn't.
I think im gonna go get lost in Bones now, I'm not really buying this whole positivity because it thought i would feel better but instead i feel ten times worse.
Leibe.
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