When there are no tears to be had.
What do you cry?
When there is nothing to hold onto,
How do you breathe?
Ice, inside, wailing.
Look at me.
Look at me?
Can't you feel who I am? How I'm lost,
no clue
where I'm going. No road
Ahead.
Torn out,
sundered..
Better to be alone, by choice.
Than alone with you.
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Why are my closest friends those that are physically furthest away?. California? Belgium? England? Australia?.
Sucks.
What do you cry?
When there is nothing to hold onto,
How do you breathe?
Ice, inside, wailing.
Look at me.
Look at me?
Can't you feel who I am? How I'm lost,
no clue
where I'm going. No road
Ahead.
Torn out,
sundered..
Better to be alone, by choice.
Than alone with you.
------------
Why are my closest friends those that are physically furthest away?. California? Belgium? England? Australia?.
Sucks.
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But facial expressions aside, there could never be any kind of complaint. There's a massively beautiful woman in the picture.
I LIKE your profile pictures.
I speak in accents all day to bother people. I had a lady bitch because the ATM spoke to her in a British accent. Every time I help her now, I speak in a British accent (albeit a bad one).
Life stories come with trust. I don't know why these people who barely know me expect me to give out my phone number/address/life story/nearest relatives to just any random stranger.