I will wake in the night from dreams of you.
Dig my nails into the palm of my hand. Bite my tongue; Taste Blood.
An ache for the memories of moments, unspoken words, and eye contact never made.
I will sleep alone for the rest of my life, before I ever do what I did to you again.
THIS BLOG HAS MOVED
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From now on, I will be posting blog entries on my main Chris T-T website,
in the Words section HERE. Obviously this is to keep all my work together,
now th...
12 years ago
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