Jun 2014
This former concept
to which I clutch so tightly
Might shatter beneath my hold
This past self that I cling to
Makes my knuckles bleed
But I revel in the pain
to which I clutch so tightly
Might shatter beneath my hold
This past self that I cling to
Makes my knuckles bleed
But I revel in the pain
(lv)
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