and when i crossed my heart, i r4eally did hope to diea punctured lung here, a rooted soul there glued to the dirt beneath ;my shoe
would enever dare say "I" or "do"
I*m not llyiingg
just not telling the entire truth
so when do we changeg our pronouns?
when does it becomme *our sskin*?bless you bless you i'm through
nothing is beautiful and everything hurt///??
Derivative llike the fleeting thouhts of most everyone
if there ever wwere an original spark in my mind where woould it go where diid iit ccome from