I have a routine I go by everyday. I bleed, cry and die. I wish I was able to fly. It would make everything better. I write a letter, stating that my time has come. Will you know who it’s from? I crawl in this hole, not wanting to be found. There is no love, no warmth, not a sound. Rotting slowly inside. Feel like I’m caught in a tide. Drowing, can’t breath.
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haha well its not a routine if your still a alive lol just have to say that …but i like this
Thats how I feel just about everyday…….