Late at night or in the middle of the day,
voices sneak inside this ****** up brain.
They yell and scream till my mind is tore,
making me think, there, is, no, more.
26/03/2019
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
Late at night or in the middle of the day,
voices sneak inside this ****** up brain.
They yell and scream till my mind is tore,
making me think, there, is, no, more.
26/03/2019
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