redshifts and blueshifts lines are killin me again but hey who said flyin is a sin the power to live is something to die for I have no more to give I pour salt in my own sores but the more skin I peel the more I heal the further I slide the blade the more that pain comes to my aid I never handed it over to you all I would've gave to you but you stole my knife and slid it in my heart
Reason for writing:
amazing what a boring bus ride will do to an already depressed person, eh?
Birth sign: Taurus
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