Aug 2014
I'm corrupted and ill
The plague reaching at will
Through my heart to each finger tip
And no matter the effort
I'll never be free of it
The plague reaching at will
Through my heart to each finger tip
And no matter the effort
I'll never be free of it
I'm on end every second of everyday recently and it's making me Ill I just can't bring myself to ask anyone for help
(Minnesota)
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