Daydreaming nihilist. Code maniac with a coffee addiction. Music, movie buff. High functioning alcoholic.
Every time we walk this world He holds me like his trophy I simply can't wait to return So he can grab me fiercely And conquer every tiny stretch Tie me up and choke me I'm servile, I'm hungry He's not much just lonely I bite deeper, dig my nails Could be my last holding him closely
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W h o I s I (author) from Mumbai, India on October 25, 2018: