victimed to our dying days im excommunicated in every hopeless way "just go im on a search set out for surprises high hopes and high rises" oh lovely youre so high strung Ill hang from sunrises coking til my sunsets ill never forget your dreams and disguises ill give you an ending that youll never forget --unfinished--
i sink you swim i bleed within so you cant see all of the ways you torrement me i torrement me all i want is you to forget all the things i never did right that i will never get right i want to forget all these things ill never mean to you
The clock sat steadfast, gently at eight fifty-five. Nothing could be heard but the sound of his keyboard, muffled by his own breathing. Sometimes he wanted nothing more than happiness. Nothing more than that breathing to stop.
Whats the point of writting anything anyways? whatever.