burning every bridge that i cross to find somewhere beautiful to get lost.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
"it's a steel knife in my wind pipe."
you looked at my hand and made a face like you were confused and just said "alright..." i felt like telling you that, that's how you make me feel when we fight. like i can't breathe.
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