moving on from one sweet tooth to another, here we are again.
three years on fire, clouded in smoke. that's the price I had to pay.
still, I will never be complete, whole, one again.
if only you could see, through the glasses i forged for you all these years,
see what I really am.
then maybe i'll be free. just, maybe.
Thursday, 4 September 2014
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