your not like me im not like you, so whys it hard to come right threw the
screen door and down the hall to cry some more, until the day it will recede.
its hard to breath, followed the light to the grass and bitter fright, clashed with the eye on the dart board.il end the night with the fist engraved with blood, il bite the nail to a simple dud.my knife will fall and divoure it all...
and agin
*persanal retreat*
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