i'm in my hungriest season
growing pains. growing pains.
i'm starved from all this turmoil
black ink and pillow stains.
heartache makes me famished
for innocence.
you will know this thirst. a gift.
if it's the last thing i deliver unto.
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By theauthorthatcould
"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew an... More