longing for someone who smiles when the sun is gone

a mess

mutate

mutilate

it is done with



ordinary people count

why can't we sleep for hours

so we don't come undone

a mess

mutated

mutilated



emptiness sounds so full



i see white stitches

and that's what my heart looks like

Author's Notes/Comments: 

not alot of sense can be made out of this. but i guess i had some sort of idea as to what i was talking about at the time.

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