1/365 Jack Johnston
Loveless, lifeless, trying to fight this feeling of guilt that spilled out when we came to this, filled with the wrath of life from the past left buried, buried so well and now unearthed. Now out in the light where everybody knows I was never in the right, always clawing at my throat out of boredom. There始s no longer anything to hide and yet I cannot die so I hide in your arms. As everyone turns to us with hate and pride in their eyes we pretend to be alive and try not to cry.
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