• It burns. Not the whiskey, or thegasoline I’ve doused myself with— the way she
• It burns. Not the whiskey, or the gasoline I’ve doused myself with— the way she never looked back. It burns. Little holes spreading across my lungs. Do you think she’d do it again if she knew I can’t breathe anymore? It burns. I feed it with oxygen, every time I check in on how she’s been. It burns like I’m an ant under a magnifying glass. She smiles like everything is perfect. I laugh like it doesn’t hurt. I’m lying. It burns. It burns. It burns. _______________________________ #zackgrey #hurt #burn #sky #quote #poem #volcano #pain #sad #beautiful #heart (at The Movies at Midway) -- source link
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