Think of This

February 11, 2012
Deceiving
Reviling
Standing and swirling
Face down
Filled with touchier
Empty
Simple
Distant
Alone
Can you believe yourself
Can you get your hopes high
Dose love exist
Is there only touchier in this pathetic wast land
Your better then me
Worthless and wondering
Painted faces
Running eyes
Sliced skin
Dripping rubies
Sacred for suicide
Were all loosing are minds





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