I went to Ken's to pick up my shit today.
I was silent.
There was a new picture in the frame mine used to be in.
But my toothbrush was still in place.
He put my things in a bag.
We sat on the couch.
When I'm nervous I bite things.
When he's nervous he's jittery.
My lips are raw.
He barely sat.
His band showed up.
I walked to the door.
We hugged and I didn't let go.
I don't think I can let go.
WHAT THE FUCK I'M DOING THIS TO MYSELF.
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I sell souls at the side of the road.
- SABRINAAAAAAA
- I play drums and make movies and eat flesh.
1 comment:
don't let go.
I mean, you're going to have to eventually, when you leave. make the best of what's still there now, while you still can.
do what makes you happy.
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