the truth is i'm having a little trouble
deciding between
made friends with last night and incompleteness
book ends and frostbight
Mad men
Glaring at blue skies
Tell me I'll be just like
nothing i say leaves this room
so don't leave cause
Whoa
Treacherous times are just ahead
Whoa
Hold still or you'll break the
baby stained my blackened heart a bloody red
inspired by my
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