the moon rises on another day. as i make a vain attempt to be happy. with these scars imprinted on my wrists. and on my heart. inhailing this poison. and injecting it into my veins. i fall into oblivion. drifting from conciousness. i slide into my head. in there im never alone. yet alone all the time. i sip my sweet sweet death. and loosen my grip
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