Every time I open up my heart it is trampled on. It appears that people sit and wait for me to open up and give them a little bit of my heart of soul...and then they tear each of them out and devour them whole. Once this is done, my heart and soul are spat back out and forced back down my throat. So they are there for someone else to have a turn at this 'game'. I would rather not have them at all. Amor e morte.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
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