LOCKED in a room like a tomb to fall from bed to sickness, and no one to witness this mess i'm left with. and you thought it was just a tickle in your throat, an itch on the roof of your mouth. so CUT OFF THE HEAD and laugh like a smile. are you hear?
is this the way all stories end. belive me DEAR? i'd rather swallow tassles than tacks. AAAAAAA and AHHH. my ideas are crucified on this cross.
so this and loose but these nails are slowly slipping through the boards. this gauze is stopping blood. this gauze is SOAKED twice through, leaving us stained.
is this the way all stories end. belive me DEAR? i'd rather swallow tassles than tacks. AAAAAAA and AHHH. my ideas are crucified on this cross.
so this and loose but these nails are slowly slipping through the boards. this gauze is stopping blood. this gauze is SOAKED twice through, leaving us stained.
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