are you done?
I regret 3 years of my life.
I wish to un-meet you. Untie you from my memory core.
you’ve ruined me for anyone else, and we’ve never even breathed the same air.
what have I done?
I think that this time, it will kill me. A slow, disgusting death. Take it, take it all. I’m nothing but bones and rotting flesh. The taste of disdain lives in my mouth and I’m never surprised that you don’t care. That’s what it taste like. Bitter feelings and tongue twisted lied. And the truth, oh, the sweetest truth there is. You know.
do you ever want to sleep for 14 years without waking up
that’s called you’ve been dead for 14 years.