This feeling i had lately.
misery and hate.
It is too much I think.
My haert says I can't handle It.
Got a cut in my wrist.
Got a hole in my head.
I loved the feeling of blood,
Blood pouring from my vains.
I loved the smell,
smell of my brains against the wall.
My mom, she cries.
My dad, he drinks.
I loved the song,
the song sang by the priest.
My funaral,
all the tears.
My mom followed mw.
My dad is a drunk now.
I am in love with this,
In love with this romance.
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