May 2014
Whenever I'm mad
Or angry, or frustrated
I picture a knife.
I don't know why, no really,
But it's like I want to stab.
Or angry, or frustrated
I picture a knife.
I don't know why, no really,
But it's like I want to stab.
(28/F/No longer wandering :))
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