i know you feel pain your own personal hell, so come take me this blade and i'll make you feel well. i subside the hurt, i mask the pain, i do numb the memories etched in your brain. one cut will relieve you though it won't be enough; you will crave for more, trying to quit will be tough. i'll be your one and only and i'll make you feel alive, never fear me my dear we'll be best friends for life. i'm better than drugs but i'm also much worse, come take my hand i'll fuck you up like a curse
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Fragments of A Wanderer
KurzgeschichtenExcerpts from the mind of a wanderer. Through moments of darkness and in times of light the words confined in the pages within hold the thoughts of a teenage girl just trying to find her way. © All Rights Reserved 2016
