My Heart and Her Short-Lived Modeling Career

The first time since the last time I got home. I forgot.

It's truly falling apart, on and off, no matter where anymore.

My dust isn't consuming the spaces in between my bones, just the spaces between the spaces.

I guess.

Like why can't I be so much better.

And cooler.

And alive.

And so dead.

ᵀᴴᴱ(original) Nästallion