x.
there are still
days
when i miss
that
sick smell of
steel
and the
feeling of
being
washed away
with the
blood
running down
my
wrists.
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there are still
days
when i miss
that
sick smell of
steel
and the
feeling of
being
washed away
with the
blood
running down
my
wrists.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro