me
i hate this pain like a knife in my lungs, peirces through, breaks the blood free. i hate the darkness, the enevatable pit, it eats me whole leaving behind the emptiness the grey girl who want's to be free. i will never be, my mind is my home, my prision, my paintbrush, and my onl way out. i'm trapped, this prision holds me down, forces me to live within myself until i can no longer take the twisted thoughts and come running back to you.
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