There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite.
Monday, December 15, 2008
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17 comments:
Please stop when you can no longer remember why you started.
Please stop reading it when you no longer enjoy it.
Maybe because love has to hurt sometimes... I need to get over you, I have to.
no, no, no. i didn't mean that. i really like what you write. i think you're amazing.
love this.
love this.
Forgive my confusion and thank you :)
it's as if you can read my mind. you put words to the feelings inside me when i can't. thank you so much.
The bruise on my shin was worth it. I almost wish it hadn't gone away.
More than just my favourite way to bleed, you are the wounds I wish will never heal.
I'm not ashamed of the scars on my ribs or hipbones.
i often wish you left a mark...:(
It feels as though you have skinned me alive, and I'm enjoying the agony.
I wish you didn't have to bleed.
You will no longer have to bleed if only you stayed. Cause I will never leave you.
how fitting...
Within the darkness ● scars do not exist..
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