dead letters still can speak
he doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart
and i will move far away and won't see or talk to him for five years.
and as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down
and he asks me what i've wanted all my life
i tell him, "i don't know."
-sleep patterns by merchant ships from for cameron
picture this: a long-awaited sickening kiss
i can be everything you need if you make me.
the closure that i gave you, i regretted it
and your voice in the back of my head, wishing things could be quiet
ORCHID
i love my mom
but for you, i was just a passerby
where do scene kids go now that malls are dying
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