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Sweet Nothing.
Sweet Nothing,
The Blood That Runs From My wrists,
Bittersweet,
Losing Consiousness,
My Breathing's Getting Slower,
Slowly Dying..
Falling Into Sweet Nothing..
I'm Drowning In Sweet Nothing..
Licking the Blood From My wrist,
Sweet Peacful Bliss,
Falling back Into Nothingness..
Sweet Nothing,
My Breathing's getting Slower..
My Vision's Getting Blury,
I'm Drowning In My Own Blood..
So Bittersweet..
Finally... I'm Falling into Sweet Nothing.
The Blood That Runs From My wrists,
Bittersweet,
Losing Consiousness,
My Breathing's Getting Slower,
Slowly Dying..
Falling Into Sweet Nothing..
I'm Drowning In Sweet Nothing..
Licking the Blood From My wrist,
Sweet Peacful Bliss,
Falling back Into Nothingness..
Sweet Nothing,
My Breathing's getting Slower..
My Vision's Getting Blury,
I'm Drowning In My Own Blood..
So Bittersweet..
Finally... I'm Falling into Sweet Nothing.
Published 19th Sep 2014
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