unkillable can't even drink it away (Remove filter)
bleak (06/15/2016)
bleak
where everything I feel
comes round to drink itself to death
I am free and yet
My knees are still weak
Wednesday 15th June 2016 11:50 am
unkillable can't even drink it away (Remove filter)
bleak
where everything I feel
comes round to drink itself to death
I am free and yet
My knees are still weak
Wednesday 15th June 2016 11:50 am
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