I could paint with pens,
Or draw with blades,
A thousand ****** pictures,
Of a thousand ****** days.
I could sing with footsteps,
Or scream with pain,
For the end of hopeless torture,
For the end of hopeless days.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
I could paint with pens,
Or draw with blades,
A thousand ****** pictures,
Of a thousand ****** days.
I could sing with footsteps,
Or scream with pain,
For the end of hopeless torture,
For the end of hopeless days.
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