let the tinkles of pain and unease travel through my finger tips.
It's a scary thing
to let your heart endure the pain.
Stab me, walk away, and go on.
Never ceased to surprise me.
Never found out- is it the pain or fear of the pain that keeps us
from dying. I'm on the border...
1 comment:
I hope you are not talk about what I think you are talking about. What do you mean by border?
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