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sometimes i write instead of doing maths.
sometimes i cry when my past crosses my mind.
no, wait.
i ALWAYS cry when i look back. always.
and you know what? i just can't stop.
stuck in a past
burning through my veins
a needle searching
for the part
that won’t let go
still bleeding
(always bleeding)
spit forever dried
all over my face
can’t let go
the taste of tears
cover cold lips
salty crystals
pathetic hopes
trapped inside me
crimson words
attacking from behind
a constant reminder
what a failure
fuckup with no name
created by you
paint me a black future
(can’t let go)
please do
..i never wanted to live