This drink of shattered glass is tearing my throat each little piece is helping me to drown in my own blood. Perhaps, I have done this to myself I have had my chances to walk away It would have been easier back then but, my pride got in the way. How can I tell you without having to see you hurt but... Sign in to see full entry.
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