Inside~

pessimistic evenings, blue is covered from head to toe. tragedy shoots through the emotion, screaming inside. a box of numb feelings unwrapped, and you'll never find it. 
wasting time, staring at the ceiling. thoughts wired, choking on each one. dead at last, first to mark. 
fucked up, and left behind.  


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