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i dont know the feeling when i get all itched up on the inside maybe im just looking for a place to destress even if all the feelings are making me hopeless no, i dont mean to sound suicidle tho my hand holds the knife that's nearly left with all blood puddle but i tend to understand in what this might be will this ever just pass like the month of october or when september ends never leaving a decent address to what it was left hanging on a cliff when both ends meet in the air like a high five left in despair?
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
this was probably all that was left
i dont know the feeling when i get all itched up on the inside maybe im just looking for a place to destress even if all the feelings are making me hopeless no, i dont mean to sound suicidle tho my hand holds the knife that's nearly left with all blood puddle but i tend to understand in what this might be will this ever just pass like the month of october or when september ends never leaving a decent address to what it was left hanging on a cliff when both ends meet in the air like a high five left in despair?
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
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