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an unavoidable point in time that is destined to happen again for the good, or for the bad it can be a positive outcome or it can end with an adolescent being embraced in the arms of death temptations to inflict injury upon him/herself cravings so unsustainable that you are forced to sit on your palms just to simply resist the urge to bring that dangerous piece of metal forth to your skin nauseous , swinging dizzy heads gunfire racketing inside my cell some people call a mind i'm sorry for what i have done
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
until the sun makes the hills its grave
an unavoidable point in time that is destined to happen again for the good, or for the bad it can be a positive outcome or it can end with an adolescent being embraced in the arms of death temptations to inflict injury upon him/herself cravings so unsustainable that you are forced to sit on your palms just to simply resist the urge to bring that dangerous piece of metal forth to your skin nauseous , swinging dizzy heads gunfire racketing inside my cell some people call a mind i'm sorry for what i have done
inevitable relapse is unavoidable
social_reject17
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17/F/California
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
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