
our hearts will break in due time, and the pieces will fall to the floor like shattered glass from my apartment window
turning a sphere inside out
this is the wonderful sound of me eating my words
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this is the place where i tried to stop breathing
days i will never get back
burning the songs i used to write
the times i dreamt there was a weight on top of me and i could not breathe
street signs look like small ants from this distance and we are large enough to crush them
this is the place i tried to stop breathing