There are days when it all gets
to be too much.
When you're wrapped around the
pain, like it was your first
love.
When your skin moves past
hunger into something beyond numb.
And all that's left are small bits
of stubborn pride and honor that are not
quite enough to get you through.
Those are the nights when you
earn your wings.
Cockroach wings,...
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to be too much.
When you're wrapped around the
pain, like it was your first
love.
When your skin moves past
hunger into something beyond numb.
And all that's left are small bits
of stubborn pride and honor that are not
quite enough to get you through.
Those are the nights when you
earn your wings.
Cockroach wings,...
Read More
Mit Nichts
is that him?
i just want to pull the hood up and wander out into the city, alone, even if only inside my head. ignoring the pointing fingers and stares. the whispers. slide past them all in the fog of thoughts, pass them by like i wish i could the memories.
i thought he'd look different.
they always say legends never die. what...
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is that him?
i just want to pull the hood up and wander out into the city, alone, even if only inside my head. ignoring the pointing fingers and stares. the whispers. slide past them all in the fog of thoughts, pass them by like i wish i could the memories.
i thought he'd look different.
they always say legends never die. what...
Read More
