The glass in my mind has split into three pieces.
What you did keeps repeating.
The walls close in but it's still too open.
I never thought about breathing until I was choking.
Dark blue makes the sounds swim.
Clip your fingers and let it sink in.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
The glass in my mind has split into three pieces.
What you did keeps repeating.
The walls close in but it's still too open.
I never thought about breathing until I was choking.
Dark blue makes the sounds swim.
Clip your fingers and let it sink in.
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