hmm
I wrote this the other night. Thought I'd post it here since it kinda really describes my life and stuff.
Close the door.
It’s warm in here. Comfortable.
I’m back here. In the corner. Just follow the puddles of tears.
No I’m not crying. Those are the tears of a year past.
I’m sitting in the pool of blood.
Self-destruct.
Why? Cause it’s beautiful.
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