Fuck this noise, screw the shit out of no. We forgot what we fought for, we forgot the children who dreamed for more. I can't doesn't live anymore I'm terrified is too busy choking the hell out of not worth it, too dirty, are we Too many fucking storms, I can't keep up the charade. … Continue reading Fuck. This. Noise.
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I Don’t Run
Since I was 16 I dreamed of leaving, making the bed for the first time and cleaning a room once so lived in that the mess was organized by smell and height. A pillow in one arm, and a bag banging against my back as I lopped down the street, the midnight stars my guide. … Continue reading I Don’t Run
Broken Lots
We are the broken, told to stay within lines that do little to define what we are, but we know who You … Continue reading Broken Lots
Forgive Me of My Trespasses
I don't belong to you or this place I love you more that I can ever say, But I don't belong Never have. So when I ask you, to understand, to let go, I am asking you for your love, your forgiveness Because I must trespass against you in order to become what you see. … Continue reading Forgive Me of My Trespasses
Faith Taryn Davies 