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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