None of them broke me.
Can’t be done.
I don’t give enough, not what matters.
Only here.
Like uh…
Can’t be withdrawn all the time.
Can’t walk around with all that.
I think having a place to be open is a beautiful thing.
And that’s all that matters.
Seriously, my tongue bleeds .
From biting it so hard.
For not saying the shit I want to say about you.
The obvious.
But alas…
Progression means not doing that.
Bite that tongue.
dawn 