My mind won't stop. Even on sleepy evenings, on and on. I listen to music sometimes I take it like a drug sometimes even that won't stop. Covered in blood and shaking slowly, because I'm tired of trying to fix myself trying to wipe the mess. It comes from inside you know? I might cut myself and find I'm wrong on the inside horrible sticky guts and blood it's a mess. The mess - Better try to put it back - IT'S NOT MINE! . I need to stop yelling need to stop myself I need to find him and watch him bleed.
- adam
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