What kills me is that I can't keep your attention long enough. What kills me is that after you tell me all of these wonderful things you just toss me aside. What kills me is that I can't help but love you like I do. What kills me is that I knew from the beginning that this would happen. What kills me is that I knew. What kills me is that I knew. What kills me is that I knew.
BANG!
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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