The bones in my arms are week
my breath unsteady , mind racing
I'm trapped alone dark and cold
the only light is in memory's
memory's of old times
I am trapped
And cannot get out
JNL
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
The bones in my arms are week
my breath unsteady , mind racing
I'm trapped alone dark and cold
the only light is in memory's
memory's of old times
I am trapped
And cannot get out
JNL
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