Jan 2016
Your clawed hands reach through
My screen
And twist into my heart,
Ripping,
Tearing,
Until I can feel the tatters of
What used
To be my soul
Bleed Red Red Red into my bosy,
Poisoning me.
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My screen
And twist into my heart,
Ripping,
Tearing,
Until I can feel the tatters of
What used
To be my soul
Bleed Red Red Red into my bosy,
Poisoning me.
me.gs
this was not a good day in my life
