Meet the broken pieces of my heart.
They're alive.
They're struggling to live.
They're masochists.
They find pleasure through the pain you've caused.
They won't stop.
Tell me, should I **** them myself?
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
Meet the broken pieces of my heart.
They're alive.
They're struggling to live.
They're masochists.
They find pleasure through the pain you've caused.
They won't stop.
Tell me, should I **** them myself?
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