what makes you think i don't like soft things or that i can't appreciate the sweetness of a single rose or that my hands cannot properly hold your dreams or that pain does not exist in my heart what makes you treat me like a forgotten song and a bad dream you don't want to recall and the sickening thud of a sucker punch and the last resort in the waning sands of time
Reason for writing:
what else? rejection
Birth sign: Not entered
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