

making up my lack of wordsi paint my elbows green in class it feels like a prettier poemmaking up my lack of words
give me your ugly heart- my shoes rub blisters into my heels and what do you make of love, listen to me say please and thank you with every sorry breath between
we can walk together in the cold and shiver our bones together it's the rain or the intimacy and God, i am scared of you some days you are too much
let me be a jane doe in your heart an unwanted a forgotten an untouchable
make me feel beautiful you are the only one who can i am filli
Army of Satan
just hold me
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"Every profound spirit needs a mask"
.:.
Nietzsche
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