Emptiness. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
- June 26, 2015, 6:39 a.m.
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Everything, everything, is a picture postcard of you; signed in black-ink fingerprints and burned into my eyes.
I am lost, without you.
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Mr. Mofo ⋅ June 26, 2015
I sit next to you and quietly tell you that everything will be okay...Then I yank off your fishnet gloves and run like hell!
ICanDoASumbersault ⋅ June 28, 2015
(Hugs) I can't even remember the last time I've felt that way but I remember it being the worst.
Waiting For Sunrise ICanDoASumbersault ⋅ June 30, 2015
Thank you... yeah, it definitely isn't much fun! :(
LoveSuicide ⋅ July 27, 2015
What's going on? You are beyond picture perfect pretty. Such sad eyes, though. What's haunting?