"Nobody wants to die in a pile of their own shit."
I'm pretty sure you're sick,
Stay up all night a convulsion on the floor,
Mind goings left to right,
Left right left right stop,
Another broken genius added to the notorious bunch.
About Me
- Turquoise Patrice
- Young heart pounding, flailing limbs; Bright eyes, bright mind; soulless.
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