Quotes and shit

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There is blood on the bathroom floor again my mother would be ashamed
My head is the one that's makes the scene but soul is the one always blamed
Three months older three months clean I thought that I might win
But once again I find myself digging graves into my skin
No amount of promises can make or break a fight
Do not believe that I am well from the sonnets that I write
This world is for majority not everyone will thrive
We're pushed so far that we go againist the instinct to survive