Alcohol, pills, needles, blades, cigarettes, falling in love.
We all choose to die a little differently.

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Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
a little death
Alcohol, pills, needles, blades, cigarettes, falling in love.
We all choose to die a little differently.