That sinking feeling in your stomach, like you’re full of rocks, like your soul is made of stone.

It feels like there’s an anchor tied around my neck and you’re the only one who can cute the rope and free me. So,

I’ll see you at the bottom then, im falling for you, and I’ll never surface again.

Posted on 14 October, 2011, 4:07pm. This post has 207 notes.
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