Why would you do this to me? How do you keep a secret so long? Why would you let me bleed? I can't hold on. I can't stand on my own anymore. I can't handle this. I can't open my eyes anymore. What's happening? Why have you hurt me? Why do you want me to cry over you? What's the point in this? I think I was just a mess up. I hurt you. It's my fault that I wasn't enough, and I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Forgive me when I go, for I can't handle it anymore...
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Cover It Up
عشوائيWhen I'm alone, thoughts come into my head. These thoughts make sentences and sentences stories. I'm going to put them all right here...
