I can't shake the feeling
that relief will come
if my wrists bleed the tears
that my eyes cannot shed.
Relief that I want but can't bring myself to take.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
I can't shake the feeling
that relief will come
if my wrists bleed the tears
that my eyes cannot shed.
Relief that I want but can't bring myself to take.
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