I can feel myself slipping again.
Kind of like how you slipped through my fingers.
Numbness is sweeping over my skin.
It makes me cringe..
I don't know what to do
or how to handle this
I hate it.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
I can feel myself slipping again.
Kind of like how you slipped through my fingers.
Numbness is sweeping over my skin.
It makes me cringe..
I don't know what to do
or how to handle this
I hate it.
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