Can you understand what it feels like to be me? To not know if you want to live or die. To not really care either way. But if I did die I'd want my organs donated, especially my eyes. So maybe you will be in the grocery store or at a party and you'll turn around and see a stranger with an old lovers eyes. Eyes that you could never forget. I won't let you
Reason for writing:
I like the idea, I drempt of it...
Birth sign: Aries
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