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C: Fabian Prewett - Blog Posts
Grief is a ghost I make of myself.
Arisa White, from “Does the monitor turn static after the man recedes into concrete, does it loop, does his batty keep sway, forever on?” published in BOAAT (via lifeinpoetry)
caught in the middle // paramore
and behind the mask of m a t u r i t y that you wear, a pair of eyes belonging to a ( CHILD ) stares back at you in the mirror.
you are not a warrior, MY LOVE, you are merely a boy.
