being alone < sleeping with you

[infiniteabys]

this mouth eats happiness and spits out sadness. found my conscience in the bottom of a bottle of pills stashed on the bathroom floor. the tile matches your emotions, cold, battered and bruised. i've got a sense of entitlement from being away from the madness for too long. forgot what it's like to be electric

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[infiniteabys]

yeah...the majority of what I write I never like well enough to post. maybe someday it'll make it out of the cob webs of my head and onto your screen