And so i edit my body with scars, my eyes are blank, i see from afar. I miss the way you used to feel the idea of losing you all to real, and now you lay dying there and i wish that you could hear me, i bleed out of fresh new wounds as i cry to you to come home soon so now i just sit in my room and edit my body with scars.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
And so i edit my body with scars, my eyes are blank, i see from afar. I miss the way you used to feel the idea of losing you all to real, and now you lay dying there and i wish that you could hear me, i bleed out of fresh new wounds as i cry to you to come home soon so now i just sit in my room and edit my body with scars.
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