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Sitting here all alone... Well, at least I'm not totally alone I hear their shrieking voice The voice of thirst The thirst for me, my blood. Sitting here all alone... Well, at least I'm not idle I'm here scratching my body Scratching like a maniac Leaving red bruises on my skin. Sitting here all alone... With a rage to **** them all **** them with my bare hands The ones who have caused me pain. The ones, the monsters Mosquitoes.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
The voices I hear
Sitting here all alone... Well, at least I'm not totally alone I hear their shrieking voice The voice of thirst The thirst for me, my blood. Sitting here all alone... Well, at least I'm not idle I'm here scratching my body Scratching like a maniac Leaving red bruises on my skin. Sitting here all alone... With a rage to **** them all **** them with my bare hands The ones who have caused me pain. The ones, the monsters Mosquitoes.
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gopika-krishna
29/F/Cochin
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
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