if you get it bad, someone will fall in love and i will never share the antidote, because i like seeing you poisoned. you're lucky you don't have to wake up as sick as me and feel immortal, utterly incapable of experiencing death.
so as slowly as it takes for roses to feel past the ribs, i'll wait to watch from a marble balcony. what does it feel like to itch on the inside and not have the ability to soothe those nerves?
i know exactly how you feel.
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It bugs me when people say - you won't understand or you don't know how I feel.
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