my life is slowing slipping out of my grip and is dripping from my hands, splattering like when a paint ball hits the target with each horrifying drop
and I can't
do anything
about
it
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
my life is slowing slipping out of my grip and is dripping from my hands, splattering like when a paint ball hits the target with each horrifying drop
and I can't
do anything
about
it
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