I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being alone.
I’ve flown too much this year.
There’s a fear of weapons:
shoes
Two sisters with black bangs like their mom
celebrating the bulb
that
Love me, say what you mean to me,
say what I
The criminal mind, deception seems a chore.
It takes time to
The wheel runs cold, hands brittle as braking; the road
I can't seem to find any time
Weak, dilated eyes, neon
I don't have the patience for the problems that I've
Oh, my heart, the cold!
The numbness in my hands.
The gloves
While our hands are blistered and our tongues swollen with
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