The truth is that i'm not so good at showing how i feel or keeping my mouth shut,when there is something to conceal or knowing how to love,loves not in my memory.And these words can mean just a whisper,they will disapper and i'll still be here self-medicating. And all the world is all i am, the black in the blackest ocean and that tear in your hand. So what do wanna know about me?Come crawl inside my head with me..i'll show you how it feels to bleed..to bleed like me....
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