How far will you take it, slitting open my wrist?
How sweet is it to your taste, the scars that are yet never to heal?
Oh little D, choose a single personality.
If not little D, go for the throat next time;
I long to hurt for that confession than to cultivate the nine yields for a crater spray;
Soaking these eyes— I am used, yet no one knows when I cry;
Just like you will move on when I die
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The twinge held inside
Mystery / ThrillerMatter of fact, the truth we hold firm; never do we wish to, buh left with no choice. Always frantic of what might come out because we hold the darkest vessels filled with blood, trauma, agony, sorrow. Here holds an opportunity, the words speak it a...
