hey, Saviour, don't die on me yet, i know im roaming the wrong places, haunting my severed pasts but don't bleed on me yet - i cannot be consumed by your presence, when i'm stuck in a room so squalid and dank, heard only by my feeble attempts to crush my head into the earth.
Reason for writing:
decisions, choices, etc. not knowing how to accept stark, raving Love.
Birth sign: Taurus
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