Somethings are best left broken
Mending it might hurt.
No blood i want here.
Just don't walk on it like it's dirt.
I'm being killed, I've been
stabbed with my own thought.
i drowned in my own tears.
now all that's left here is drought.
Mending it might hurt.
No blood i want here.
Just don't walk on it like it's dirt.
I'm being killed, I've been
stabbed with my own thought.
i drowned in my own tears.
now all that's left here is drought.
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