A delicious tingle runs through my spine when you put your lips close to my ear and sing me love songs that we both know you don't really mean.

Maybe you'll want to follow this trail of broken hearts and see where it leads to because I'm just not worth it.

Each day we put on our faces - concealer, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lip gloss. Its a routine I'm getting tired of. Each day we speak of life, sex, fucking bureaucracies, addictions and death.

I try to lose myself in books but that isn't the way the world works anymore.

hiatus

breathe // dream

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