with nothing to my name i was on the verge of going insane
talking to myself, each syllable ripped away the petals of my blossomed mental health
tear me down
spit on my dirt
fear no one
but god and her
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
with nothing to my name i was on the verge of going insane
talking to myself, each syllable ripped away the petals of my blossomed mental health
tear me down
spit on my dirt
fear no one
but god and her
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