The creaking in my mind,
It washes out.
And i remember the words,
used them often.
Wrapped my feeling mind up,
Black tissue paper.
So lungs give and shoulders,
Breaking underneath it.
You flew to my blood arm then,
White strings around,
These hours i'm tied to you,
Just to think...














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dieing is just another thing on my to do list i just wish it was closer!!!!
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