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Feb 2018
Traveling thunder
And rolling lies
Thoughts down under
And scarred thighs
Slashed feelings
and thoughts of suicide
Oh when god, when will I die?
I’m feeling stuck, ****, I’m stuck
So why god, why, why am I alone?
Scarred thighs
Scarred lies
Scarred wrists
And feelings dismissed
I’ll open the bottle and count
All the way to thirteen
Thirteen and I’m done.
Thirteen and I’m free.
Can you tell I’m feeling down? Have a goodnight saplings. -TR
Written by
H1GH3  F/Luna
     ---, Dlusionl13, Apoetisonly and The Black Beast
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