My Voices’ Vices
It’s too easy to overindulge
It’s too hard to stop
How easy it is to let escapism overwhelm me
How hard it is to stop.
One day I’ll stop.
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It’s too easy to overindulge
It’s too hard to stop
How easy it is to let escapism overwhelm me
How hard it is to stop.
One day I’ll stop.
It is not enough to be your heart, I need to be your lungs. Make me your first breath of air in the morning and the last one in your evening. I need to live in your brain. Let all of your thoughts be
I miss the warmth of tangled bodies. I miss the fingers on my arms and legs. I often wonder what our lives would be like, if we hadn't missed each other. I too wonder if this feeling is love or loneli