I’m not one to have the upper hand, and when I do feel as if I have some sort of control I seemingly remove my armor at the wrong moments. With each interaction disproving progression, cognition has led to the belief of stagnation in a masochistic oneirism. If I am but a conglomerate of negativity, then by all means, don’t be afraid to ask me to lay down in a street’s puddle as to not wet your feet. I reject the idea that a relationship can be anything but ephemeral, but maybe I should stop befriending the flies… Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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