jacky_knife (jacky_knife) wrote,

A moment with mr.suicide king.

Some day when I come home from work she will be gone. The apartment would be empty of all of her things. Every trace of her would be a million miles away. The apartment is a reflection of my life. All the things I own can fit into a box.

The apartment is my life.
I have nothing that is of worth inside.
There is not enough of ‘me’ to fill an apartment.

I know this should tell me something.
I know what this means.
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