This shelter my body is locked in is driving me mad, with the record player stuck on our song. How sad it is when i beat my mattress untill my hand has turned numb. These four walls are starting spell death to me and my eyes have cried so much that there are no more tears left to fall. what would you do to be me for a day becuase i would kill to
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