“oh, the letters have dropped off, though they say you got them all; i finally figured out some things you’ll never know. take back your life and let me inside. we’ll find the door if you care to anymore.”
You’d kill yourself for recognition,
you’d kill yourself to never, ever stop.
‘Broke another mirror..
you’re turning in to something you are not.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map