

untitledthrough the mirror i watched my reflection watched it move watched the eyes cold, dead, gone color faded long ago my touch cold my skin pale voice dry like its never been used breath shallow the mirror shows my living form but it doesn't show how dead i am inside years i've been dead but know one yet to notice wonder when they will don't think they ever will i've lived alone i've died alone i'am aloneuntitled


its not okay, but it will behurts to breath hurts to talk hurts to open your eyes hurts to tell hurts to cry just hurts. don't think it'll last long won't let it won't let it make me cry i won'tits not okay, but it will be
i can't. why? why does it hurt when i breath? talk? open my eyes? why do i want to jump of the buliding that forces me to smile? forces me to pretend its okay? when its not okay it won't ever be okay
it won't be okay until i stop pretending i have to stop pretending i have to, i have to i wont let it hurt me anymore it won't i won't let it &
Me
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My motto: Save a gravedigger. Be a zombie.
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STFU <3
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Are you thinking about anal sex?
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You are now.
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I like Windmills...
2D: I sang a song about windmills once...
::the obssessed Gorillaz fan::
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I like Windmills...
2D: I sang a song about windmills once...
::the obssessed Gorillaz fan::
come check out my gallery!
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I like Windmills...
2D: I sang a song about windmills once...
::the obssessed Gorillaz fan::
come check out my gallery!
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I like Windmills...
2D: I sang a song about windmills once...
::the obssessed Gorillaz fan::
come check out my gallery!
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i'm gonna tear your ass up like we just got married
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I like Windmills...
2D: I sang a song about windmills once...
::the obssessed Gorillaz fan::
come check out my gallery!
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