I lost kiss again. I lost it. Fuck. I had it and I lost it. I am close to getting it back, but I don't want to lose them again... my lips. They are on my face, my head, my jaw. They are below my nose, above my chin, between my cheeks. They are surrounded by me, but they are not mine. Help me make them mine {again} so that I can make them yours {again}. Please. Hold me. Thrill me. Kiss me. Kill me.
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I am tired and have been (-)less for ({a while now}). 3 days. Then, when I finally go to him, I am so broken and tired that I can't even give him what he deserves. I am selfish. Tired. I need a long rest. I will go back to ({him}) and rest. (-). (-). Don't (-) give up on me. Please. That is all I can do. Please. Please. Please. (-) I'm scared. Can you (-)? (-) , but maybe that's because (-). I'm sorry, I can't do anything (-). (-). (-) begun to fix the broken puzzle in your mind. I am doing mine right now. {Don't wait for me. I will get there too. I promise.}
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