I want to rip my skin off and break free; I want to just run as far as I can. I feel weak. This sucks.
Confession: I wish things were different.
Confession: I wish things were different.
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- fly away
- though the days were never dull
- secrets.
- self torture
- and everybody will ask what became of you
- scream your heart out
- i'm alive
- dreaming in digital
- dear world,
- no words to describe
- go away fleas
- down,set,go!
- these ideas are nightmares
- and i promise you this time i'll see it in your eyes
- never opened myself this way
- i'm supposed to be asleep
- wasteland
- so here we are
- pink bullets
- things i want to do before i die
- i really like what you've done to me
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- lexa danielle
- I'm finding myself more and more each and everyday. I'm happy where I am right now.
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