i wont be.
clusterd headaches through this acheing night because i know i wont be by your warming side ill take this breath and swallow back my pride and try to find the words my brain longs to hide from me a step i take on broken glass but i still must follow this broken path of memories old diaries and old things i keep deep deep deep inside of me, dont follow me home because you’ll get lost along with me in this haunting place where i cant ever seem to erase her beautiful face. clusterd headaches through this acheing night because i know i wont be by your warming side.
Inspiration: I told myself to write it. its horrible i know it barley makes sence to me ethier.
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