I could be hurt even dead but I wouldn't know it, I've become so attached to my demons I don't even feel the pain no more.
I crave to be who I once were, an infant crawling back to her tender loving arms, if only I knew that it could all be so dim, I would have laid back, push my dreams and aspirations aside and drown within her belly.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
I could be hurt even dead but I wouldn't know it, I've become so attached to my demons I don't even feel the pain no more.
I crave to be who I once were, an infant crawling back to her tender loving arms, if only I knew that it could all be so dim, I would have laid back, push my dreams and aspirations aside and drown within her belly.
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