Drained to the core there is feeling no more on my mouth has collected somany sores feeling incomplete as I step through the door. A collective of flying insects are berating my skin. So many bites, blisters all from within. Controlling slowly the manifestation of my brain, its been given up donated from too much strain. You may take it all for I ve no use. Built up and let down this earth is no excuse
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
Drained to the core there is feeling no more on my mouth has collected somany sores feeling incomplete as I step through the door. A collective of flying insects are berating my skin. So many bites, blisters all from within. Controlling slowly the manifestation of my brain, its been given up donated from too much strain. You may take it all for I ve no use. Built up and let down this earth is no excuse
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