I used to dig in to my arm So I could make a temporary scar No one took notice that was the plan I was making my own little stand but no one noticed what does that say? in my mind its always a rainy day I wonder what would happen if I really dug in, dug in so much Id die in sin
Reason for writing:
this is how I felt a long time ago I have changed a bit...
Birth sign: Pisces
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