The blood flowing down your wrists
No longer feels like bliss
You’re drowning in your own mind
And this time
The demons know how to swim.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
The blood flowing down your wrists
No longer feels like bliss
You’re drowning in your own mind
And this time
The demons know how to swim.
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