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Darker Days

LECTURES 49
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Chapitres 10
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LECTURES 49
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Chapitres 10
Durée 6m

feelings hurt pain poetry sad

I am nothing and everything. 
The life I live is plagued with pain and fear.
Poison runs through my veins and paralyzes me with the icy grip of loneliness.

Absent of love and happiness,
yearning for the sweet tender touch of the reaper to free me from this prison that I call life.
 In layman's terms, I wish to die.
But cannot,
So I sit here and open my wrists and bleed.
I share my pain with you so I may feel I am not alone.Tous Droits Réservés

feelings hurt pain poetry sad

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