Don't stop stabbing me
My poor hands are covered in my own blood
Sticky, cherry pool
Why won't this heart keep quiet and leave me ?
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Dead End
PoetryPassion leads to death. Life is a massive hallucination. Some poems in english or french. (Cover drawn by me)
Let myself die.
Don't stop stabbing me
My poor hands are covered in my own blood
Sticky, cherry pool
Why won't this heart keep quiet and leave me ?
