Learning to Die I'm so worn thin. I hate everything I wish I were. To burn my skin would be to live, but I would rather die that sit and burn. I'm dripping sin with the stench of disgust. If I could kill wind I would have to kill trust. My own cell, built by my own sweat and blood. Sipping hell as I start to despise love. All I want is something I can't see. All I am is something you will never be. Looking in from the outside of broken glass. Broken in and broken out at last. Breathe with me then fall and learn to die. Follow me and learn how not to cry. The sky hangs so low and the air is so heavy on me. I don't know where to go. I can't remember how to sleep. The fluids in viens are coming up again. Come with me and learn to die like we learned to kill the wind.Birth sign: Taurus
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