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Why does it feel...
Why does it feel like I'm falling, falling?
Nothing is real...
Except this sensation of falling, falling, falling down
I'm bleeding black...
Between the cracks, in my skin
I'm back to back...
With the wracking machine of my memories
Why does it feel like I'm falling, falling?
Nothing is real...
Except this sensation of falling, falling, falling down
I'm bleeding black...
Between the cracks, in my skin
I'm back to back...
With the wracking machine of my memories
Published 4th Dec 2015
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5th Dec 2015 2:59am
"Bleeding black" that's a strong color to bleed...I feel you on this....nice write
