sun is up, i'm a mess
30 de enero de 2015
cada milímetro parece una prisión
i want to stop breathing
and start living
i don't mean anything
if you don't know
i exist
we are a milimetre apart
and i'm screaming
to you
how much i want to
hold you
closer
please,
don't act like you
don't see me
because i remember
your eyes
aching in my skin
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