play the role of my alarm clock, wake me up and sew my eyelids shut - i'm sick of the downpour that comes with heaving shoulders and a sunken chest. my eyes are hollowed in shades of gray and my exhaustion feels comfortable; it's the warmth in this room that seems so foreign.
you are so far.
you are so far.
whendidyoumakeitsofaraway?
i'd pay to be bundled and thrown in to the ocean. this is what i get for falling in love with a dreamer; an optimist.
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