Friday, June 12, 2015

maybe we're living a debt we can't possibly pay. when will the debt be fulfilled? we know it's never.

when i put words by you i don't mean to usurp your spirit, i'm just trying hard to think, while mostly i just can't. it's pathetic a human with too many words and not enuf sense. maybe we are here for each other as contrast. i put you in a bubble, i pose you like a doll, but i love you like a living spirit i know deep down is just like me.

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