david mitchell

(11/8/94 / blah-blah/New York)

No Cure


Bright as day
and
Black as night
my soul burns with fire and pain
a pain of which people don't understand
and a fire which can't be put out
the cure isn't love nor is it happiness
maybe it's a key or maybe it's a thing
I guess i'll never know

Submitted: Monday, November 10, 2008

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