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shadow glass

 Im sick

I cant be fixed

this crucifix won't save me

im scratched and bruised.

my wounds are being patched. but my body is still being dropped like glass.

I face monsters.

I can't see your fucked face.

why won't you die?

these demons haunt me.

your possessing me.

Im so angry.







Written by anna-disgrace (Annadisgrace)
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