It's not that I'm self destructing. It's just that this thing didn't come with an option for auto pilot, and the control tower is down.
The pleasure, the afterthought, the missing tombstone placed where our hearts first buried themselves under the sheets. This is us. We are unmade, like the bed we share.
YourBreathOnMyNeckInTheAM
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