Bleed Black

[bassjunky]

I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines now as they penetrate, "recreate me." I'm hovering throughout time. I crumble in these days. I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days. If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke and ground

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[pirate_radio]

i accidentally made my journal into a community and then when i changed it back, i had no more friends. so, please add me back to your friends list. :)