My heart beats too slow
My blood runs too deep
There's always something wrong with me
In every story I've ever been, I ******* annihilated everyone I've ever known.
I fell in love with the devil, but I broke his heart, and he let me go.
Beauty does not stop the hand that pulls the flower from it's roots.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
My heart beats too slow
My blood runs too deep
There's always something wrong with me
In every story I've ever been, I ******* annihilated everyone I've ever known.
I fell in love with the devil, but I broke his heart, and he let me go.
Beauty does not stop the hand that pulls the flower from it's roots.
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