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Sometimes my hands get really itchy like my bones are trying to crawl their way out of the skin that entraps them I get really nervous when I can’t write You speak in riddles and you're making me crazy And last night I told you that if hell was real According to Dante there are 7 levels and I think I belong in all of them And we talked about heaven and you said that you think heaven could be here on earth And I laughed and said maybe in bits and pieces but I think my heaven is all chopped up And then it was silent for a long time and I realized that you were subtly saying that it felt like it was heaven with me Maybe I just shouldn’t speak but I want you to realize is I am all dark and sin I am rust on your shine
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Enferno of Hell (true life of a sociopath)
Sometimes my hands get really itchy like my bones are trying to crawl their way out of the skin that entraps them I get really nervous when I can’t write You speak in riddles and you're making me crazy And last night I told you that if hell was real According to Dante there are 7 levels and I think I belong in all of them And we talked about heaven and you said that you think heaven could be here on earth And I laughed and said maybe in bits and pieces but I think my heaven is all chopped up And then it was silent for a long time and I realized that you were subtly saying that it felt like it was heaven with me Maybe I just shouldn’t speak but I want you to realize is I am all dark and sin I am rust on your shine
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
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