Anonymous

I grasp at your feet, I won’t let you go.
Your "love" hurts my heart; whose cure should I seek?
You taunt me; you say that my heart runs dry.
If so, then why does it flow from my eyes?



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"‘My life is nothing but room for you,’ I said. ‘It could never be filled by anyone but you.’"

Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night (via stellablu)

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