Jun 2014
there are so many things that pain my soul
and love,
is one of them.
it cuts me till i bleed
and i bleed till i am no longer
conscious of this ringing solitude in my ears
and love,
is one of them.
it cuts me till i bleed
and i bleed till i am no longer
conscious of this ringing solitude in my ears
(wonderland)
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