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