Closeted Panda

I did not wnated to live my life nor did I even wanted to live for my death. -Shape of despair

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You make promises
and like knives,
they only know how
to cut me open.
You lick the blood away
and tell me you are sorry,
only to leave broken
glass in the back of my throat
once again.
Y.Z (via rustyvoices)