the last days of presley fink; editing

the last days of presley fink

❝sometimes skulls are thick. sometimes hearts are vacant. sometimes words don't work.❞

Words will never work for my feelings, the burning emotions in my heart that are dying to rip out of my chest, ready to soar about the sky and tell everyone how i feel.

Why would you tell anyone your true thoughts? They'd get offended, they'd get hurt, and they'd get manipulative. I don't have the time for artificial people trying to look into my brain and pick out what i'm feeling.

I need geniune things to lean for support that may or may not help me.

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enjoy, everyone!