Chilled in the kitchen of a city tombThe light would flicker like a violent wombThe night was thicker than a smoky fumeEliza waited in her roomBen, he loved her like he loved no oneThe way she laughed and held a smo…
Am i that unlovable
who gets yelled at for saying sorry? hmmmmm…let’s let the fi…
why am i still sad
Crying rn
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