I'm sick, sick, sick of my complaining, that rhetoric that I've been writing.
That blood red bled from ink to pen, I'm blue/black backwards, I am paper thin.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
I'm sick, sick, sick of my complaining, that rhetoric that I've been writing.
That blood red bled from ink to pen, I'm blue/black backwards, I am paper thin.
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