It is hard for a self-sacrificer to fight for what they want for themself. It would be a lie to say it is for anyone else. One can only hope that another would want it just as much. One feels likes sometimes all one can do is hope.
I bought a scrubber thingy for washing my dishes today. I opened up the package and it smells akin to the fetal pig I had to dissect in my junior year of high school. How odd.
solace in familiar pain because of fear fear of finding unknown pleasures blades of grass slide upon skin with no cares, no cares, no cares while my fingers wear away edges of your likeness are you ever coming back? I know your answer is no; you were never really here memories of a mezzanine dream imagined from inside a smoke screen