I Have This Terribly Strange Habit Of Cutting Myself Open, For The Pain And Sorrow To Crawl In And Reside

I have this terribly strange habit of cutting myself open, for the pain and sorrow to crawl in and reside within my bones, of drowning myself in a sea of everlasting longing for something that is no longer there.

Lukas W. // Terribly strange habit (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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