Friday, October 16

These are my last words, this is my suicide of you

Spent most of last night dragging this lake for the corpses of all my past mistakes sell me out the joke's on you he is salt and you are the wound. Empty another bottle and let me tear you to pieces this is me wishing you into the worst situations i'm the kinda kid that can't let anything go but you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat.

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