I look for love in all the wrong places. Mostly I find love in the cracks of old buildings because I find a connection with the forgotten.

Tell me to stay and I’ll leave. Tell me you love me and I’ll disappear. Hurt me and I’ll always be near. Hit me because I love the thrill of fear.

I don’t feel anymore because I’ve convinced myself nothing is real.

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