Why i drag the cold hard blade acros my skin is much of a mystery to you. Ill keep it to myself locked deep inside my blackend tortured soul. Youll never know how much it hurts but the pain lets me know that i’m still alive, that i’m still real at times when i feel… Continue reading Silent Child
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Diffrent
I’m Diffrent. I’m not like you. I hate all off you. All you mother fuckers So pround of your innocince. I’m Forever liveing, Forever Suffering. Wanting to leave. But no way out.