Words of The Waiting Man 35

Listen to melancholy chemicals
It's like a candle burning on both ends
I never know when to let go until I'm already burnt
The crumbling foundation is all I have left
The scenery will change but I'll still feel the same

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◄ Attachment Anxiety

Light By Death ►

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