tangled up thoughts,
blood red ink on pages,
mimicking the voices,
don't have many choices.
A bleeding heart,
I'll let it bleed, I'll let it fall apart.
It's time sweetheart.
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May 10, 2018 09:40PM
OKAY SO YEAH I'M OBVIOUSLY EXCITED 1.6K READS ON MY BOOK "MY PERSPECTIVE"THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORTALL OF YOUR SUPPORT MEANS SO MUCH TO MEILY ALLKeep supporting and let's hopefully reach...View all Conversations
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