The pain of your absence, control of my thoughts-
blade in my wrist and the blood it had brought.
The rope on my ceiling, I don't want to cry..
wont miss me too much, so I'm saying goodbye.
16 years ago
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Character is who you choose to be-
Not who others want you to be.
16 years ago
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Insomnia has me by the throat;
And I can't fight back.