Some nights, I want to tear apart my skin
go searching for why I feel so empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled or
there’s something lodged between my ribs.
I need to find what’s missing or broken.
Some nights, I want to tear apart my skin
go searching for why I feel so empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled or
there’s something lodged between my ribs.
I need to find what’s missing or broken.
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This is really awesome. I was sad to see it end so soon! lol
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thanks man! i’ve actually thought about making it longer.
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