I keep bleeding,
because I'm too
addicted to picking
on the same scabs,
reopening the same old wounds,
and crying over a broken heart,
that would have healed ages ago,
if not for me,
and my masochistic obsession.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
I keep bleeding,
because I'm too
addicted to picking
on the same scabs,
reopening the same old wounds,
and crying over a broken heart,
that would have healed ages ago,
if not for me,
and my masochistic obsession.
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