it feels like forever. forever since i choked up pointed words that i spit through seven layers of bullshit straight to the last valve of your heart i had on file.  that night i flung years of animosity through a lagging line while your pixelated face fought to keep the blanket of truth from covering your eyes for the last time - robbing your memories of anything left untarnished by waging wars and listless lies. since then, my skin has been a little thicker, my temper trimmed, my words rigid.

do you suppose she’s a wildflower?

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(Source: aesopy, via s-o-u-r-c-e)