Wednesday, August 11

Inside the finest little space. And the slightest sound just makes you wanna close your eyes, and hold your breath.

I'm an easy target, a pushover, a sure-fire crumbler.
Go on, take advantage of me. And even though I'm clearly not in the wrong, you will always manage to make me feel like I've done wrong.
And your goal? To make me feel like utter shit.
Congratulations, you can sleep easy.

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