But I don’t break like glass bottles. I bend and twist and—and feel everything that’s thrown at me, and I’m tired.
I just want to shatter so I never have to feel anything again.
Κυριακή 13 Μαρτίου 2016
A cheater and a coward.
Oh baby,
you ask me to take of my shirt and you won't even buy me a drink?
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