everything i've ever felt will all mean nothing as i lie in my bed, and let it all bleed out. the dark red stains on my grey bedsheets are left to remind those of whom i loved,
that their love wasn't enough,
to save me from myself.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
everything i've ever felt will all mean nothing as i lie in my bed, and let it all bleed out. the dark red stains on my grey bedsheets are left to remind those of whom i loved,
that their love wasn't enough,
to save me from myself.
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