look at me now.

Thursday, 17 March 2016

straight lines of scribbles.

Fuck the old you, you were sick.
Stay here. Suck it up and fucking stay here.

Fuck this shit,
you're still sick.
Fuck the flashbacks.
Fuck I'm gonna comeback.

Sicker now, worse. 
You're out again.
Didn't I asked you to stay?

But I have to I have to go I have to go,
I have to go I have to go I have to.
And feel again.


-riri-

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