Oct 2014
Look at the fresh blood
Poring from an old wound
Reopened
By you
Poring from an old wound
Reopened
By you
I'm so ******* done.
So numb.
I can't let myself feel the sadness I possess,
before I do something terrible, irreversible.
So numb.
I can't let myself feel the sadness I possess,
before I do something terrible, irreversible.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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