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Funeral Maybe (24, July 2012)
Drowning here,
Dying here,
Choked by darkness.
My insides imploding,
Melting,
Turning,
Eating away at itself.
Oh,
How I make myself,
Hate myself.
Dying here,
Choked by darkness.
My insides imploding,
Melting,
Turning,
Eating away at itself.
Oh,
How I make myself,
Hate myself.
Published 30th Jul 2012
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