— E.E. Cummings (via quotes-shape-us)
"Well so, if I call, should I beg?
Because I’m desperate here
A couple steps from the edge
I can’t seem to burn bright enough
I’m cold and I’m left alone
We’re all alone
Grab a hold
I know I said to not
What the fuck do I know?
I had a chance to construct something beautiful and I choked”