May 2014
"As she watched the growing grass,
for the time would only pass,
for the disease she fed,
until she was found dead."
sometimes i worry about myself gosh
for the time would only pass,
for the disease she fed,
until she was found dead."
sometimes i worry about myself gosh
what is wrong with me
i always write morbid things
gosh
i always write morbid things
gosh
(On a plain.)
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