justin-thomas-baker

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Knife in my soulKnife in my soul / Ink your letters into my skin. Sweet bliss oh pain I can’t live without you. A shadow on the wall, I silently watch and listen. I can feel you breathing next to me. Slowly ever so slowly I open up to you. Crush me under the weight of my existence. Just a crush. / Crushed to pieces, breaking apart at the seams. Screaming at the walls that cage me inside my own mind. My mind is my own domain, stop playing with my thoughts, please can’t you see how much it hurts? Answer me this sweet question, oh please don’t bury me in your piles hatred of darkened guilt. I’ve got to find my own meaning.

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Jun 17, 2011

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