Pneumonia

get over the sorrow, girl the world is always going to be made of this you can trust in it unless you breath in bravely I adore how you simply surrender to high and your lungs they're mourning t-b style all the stillborn love that could have happened all the moments you should have embraced all the moments you should have not locked up understand so clearly: to shut yourself up would be the hugest crime of them all hugest crime of them all you're just crying after all to not want them humans around any more get over that sorrow, girl get over it