Red hands cradled my baby skin
I prayed to the angels as I grew older
The longer he held me
The more they’d let go
And now I’m here trying to
Drown myself in holy water
While my hands are covered in blood
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
Red hands cradled my baby skin
I prayed to the angels as I grew older
The longer he held me
The more they’d let go
And now I’m here trying to
Drown myself in holy water
While my hands are covered in blood
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