You built a house out of the bad thoughts rushing through your head and I tried to burn it down but you got caught in the flames. If it’s any consolation, I like the way you look with the tips of your hair singed off. I’m sorry your mother won’t.
Crazy, covered in ink, and bursting of stories to be told. This is my life, the good, the bad, and the crazy.
This one is depressing in a light hearted way. its one of my favorites by far. I love the innocent nature of the emotions and destruction from both pain and love. Beautifully written.
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