the oranges and the stove and the streetlamp through your only window

[fueledbyrevenge]

and what will be left of you, grest survivor? the scarf you wore for all of january, the milk in your fridge, ripped off jokes repeared a little louder. theres a horseman at your door with a car for you, no one knows what it means. your bloody napkins will be taken by the garbagemen tomorrow and they will be gone and you will still be here. the

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[r3ading_emory]

I adore this 🖤