It’s almost better if it was a spider that crawled across my neck just then
I know
I just hate how it sounds
Pain is a dull burn in comparison
Compassion not love
Compassion not love
Humans are so strange
They can’t even understand dogs
Dearly Beloved started playing as the sun peaked from behind the building and I felt his first touch on my shoulder
And I’d been doing so well with ignoring him
And the wind is cold but he is warm
Which means one thing only
I don’t need to say everything I said before I know
No I don’t think there’s anything wrong with them per se I just think it’s strange.
But I can only think that when I’m outside
And even though she does that I can’t let it just be because we don’t know why
I don’t know what I’ve been trying to be lately
You don’t want to be compassionate
You’re such a brat
Maybe he’s just behind
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