She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame. All the torment and the pain leaked through and covered me. I'd do anything to have her to myself. Just to have her for myself. She is everything to me. The unrequited dream,the song that no one sings, the unattainable. She's a myth that I have to believe in.
She isn't real.I can't make her real.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
há mais criaturas por aí lol
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