My chest must be a travelers suitcase.
I keep it all right there.
No plans for trips.
Just stuff stuffed in more stuff.
Turkey.
Courage skipped generations.
Wish I could purge.
Just a while longer.
I can hold it.
Feel like im covered in soaked comforters.
How dare they impregnate my eyes without my permission.
And I just leak from my peripheral.
Slides across my cheek like warm oil on Her.
Plummits to my shirt and stains.
Please say you heart me.
Please.
They all left me.
Are U next?
Im sorry its so hard for me to get over my new woman still talkin to her old bitch.
Your a new kinda love for me.
The only.
No posts for a while...whats up with that?
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