your breath on mine.

16Apr09

 

I’m feeling sick.
wrap me up in your hoodie
and
keep me safe. 

im tired of wanting to be perfect.
kiss my imperfections away.
and love me for being human. 
i’d pay you skittles.
i’m a hashbrown.

im not making sense :(
braintumour.

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