The inside of my heart pricks with this familiar pain that always come at this time of night, when my lungs are filled with the perfect amount of hell. I realize that a lot of people hide their passions until their feelings are on the line. I never know what to tell myself when no one else is willing to talk to me.
my mind cannot keep up with anything in this darkness
what are you trying to tell us?
will it always be this way?
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