What doesn't kill you, only makes you gayer *-*
The fire never died. Trust me, I tried. I built storms inside my chest to wash you away. Until you were but a fading ember. And yet, I seemed to forget the way the wind can change, so suddenly, you are raging again. Now I am breathing slow. I am letting go. But I have come to learn, you will always burn.
- Who cares?
- JoinedAugust 20, 2015