Needles

by hidden under lies   Oct 31, 2005


Somehow these needles keep stabbing my mind, continually going round and round in a tangled materiel, so much confusion i cant even bare, is there even a solution. no cure to a broken vain no cure to stop the screams and endless noise. braking to the floor dropping the razor blade i forget about the romance, the blood rushes to my mind and all i feel is cold.

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