punched a wall until my knuckles were blue
cut my thighs until they dripped red
smoked my lungs black to match my heart
and yet I still looked fine to you
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
punched a wall until my knuckles were blue
cut my thighs until they dripped red
smoked my lungs black to match my heart
and yet I still looked fine to you
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