I hate when life flips you over on your face
Dragging you through gravel roughly without any resistance or thought to the pain you feel as your flesh is torn, sending streaks of crimson in a linear formation as you continue your journey to god knows where.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 10:25 PM UTC
I hate when life flips you over on your face
Dragging you through gravel roughly without any resistance or thought to the pain you feel as your flesh is torn, sending streaks of crimson in a linear formation as you continue your journey to god knows where.
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