but often i do wonder
if a love between goodness
is supposed to hurt as much.
like bullets scraping past broken skin
you haunt me from within.
as good you may be to love,
darling, you've never been good for me.
On days like this, I want nothing more but to hear from you.
But that is the one thing that you can't grant me.
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On a happier note, inspiration struck when I was busy moping around, and I transformed the pizza tshirt which I couldn't seem to work into a muscle tank.
Wearable stuff makes me happy heh.
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