your words are corrupted before they reach your tongue
put through a myriad of neuroses
a filter of insecurity
emerging from your lips with a falter
you handed me a grain of salt and told me to keep it safe
but I’m out of hiding places
rhetorical solipsism
your words are corrupted before they reach your tongue
put through a myriad of neuroses
a filter of insecurity
emerging from your lips with a falter
you handed me a grain of salt and told me to keep it safe
but I’m out of hiding places
always here to listen to you ❤
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