taste of pain
speckled dotted emptiness plotted molasses could make your heart burn your feelings churn mind starts to race finger tips out of pace confusion craziness no stranger to this very flavour Sign in to see full entry.
veronique: taste of pain
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The ways I cover lie and sneak around no one knows maybe suspects alittle but only for a moment I keep it to myself everything I don't reveal myself to anyone I wouldn't even know how I am sober now but I feel fucked up or sadness or confusion stick this into me prickle my skin shake me up-just a little bit
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