mя. ⅉɑԀㅌ guilty of looking yet feeling too little guilty of cooking his heart ‘til it’s brittle guilty of knowing such badness exists guilty of going in, tied at the wrists tells everyone that he’s seen it before tells all but himself not to close any door tells those that’ll listen to never ignore tells tales to a god he keeps bound on the floor he closes his eyes to the pain we all feel exposes the ‘whys’ to a filter of steel he knows that he isn’t and can’t be alone he goes through it all for the chance to atone we’re all like our hero, depressed and deflated we’re all just detritus, disgusted; debated we’re all not quite used to how much we are hated we’re all human beings, and as such; related... #newpost
Cataract / Stevo Owens
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