When you smile, I melt inside.

 

Put yourself in my place for just one day.
Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey. More aware than ever that I might never be calm again. And it shakes every fucking bone. Trying to do the right thing on my own. So I let the ink tell you how, I come to grips with all of this.

January 24, 2012

  • Whos hand is she holding?

    Whos hand is she holding?

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