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Bubbles blosoming bellow, Wretched, wrenching roses. Thorns outstretched, the darkness drawing Blood from wounds long sealed. Who could sleep On this bed of brambles When the pain Comes from Within.
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
Alliterated agony.
Bubbles blosoming bellow, Wretched, wrenching roses. Thorns outstretched, the darkness drawing Blood from wounds long sealed. Who could sleep On this bed of brambles When the pain Comes from Within.
Ya know what? IDEK what this means
#anger#pain#guilt
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lottieT
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
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