People cannot win against their loneliness
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dream☿ : nightmares reality, everyday, [boxing]( roses terrace, protecting, #0613
| pain |
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| sometimes u gotta burn the wound, if u don't want the poison to spread. |
| fuck your heart |
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| drugs, blood, sweat |
douleur!
“A soul needs a purpose to live. my purpose was to (tuer) everyone besides myself, je me sentais vivant...
SINS!!
Il ne saigne pas mais.,it hurts. ça fait très mal right here