nights like these scare me the most.
cause i can't think of a ******** thing.
no wit.
no creativity.
nothin'.
when will the people i love reach out for me,
just as i've reached out for them?
i always tell myself i'll put a test to their affections,
but i'm too afraid that if i stop crossing the bridge,
someone will decide its about time to tear it down.
honestly,
i'm not equipped to lose anyone these days.
unless i didn't value them anyway...
ha.
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Missa Defunctorum
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