Motionless
hurting from you... bleeding with no faith. Am i not alone? am i not alive? my Memories sick with hatred. my secrets revealed only with you. can you help me? will you save me? can you carry me through this hell... i lay here bleeding i lay here.
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fingerling
There is a lot to tell, so i will tell through my work. Cheers.
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