My wrists burn so deep inside. Slash at the skin
The stage is set for weekend work days
and idiosyncracies.
I've exhausted dreams and aspirations. I have failed myself and
if i were you and you were me i wouldnt
i blacked out twenty four times today with ten minute
pointing poison fingers there may be no difference between acceptance
Your deceit has stained your flesh and your obscurities have
It doesn't make it easier to think its not there
i picked up a slew of superstitions straight from the
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