A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Without you, the sky feels like a windowless prison
They say I laugh only on the outside
That I look pathetic, like I'm crying"

"If you too leave me in darkness
In whose arms could I find comfort with this poor soul?
In whose arms?
In whose arms?

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