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i guess i finally got bags underneath my eyes because my parents are asking if anything is wrong
my life is a haze of half finished memories, my ceiling, ringing ears from music thats way to loud and blood stained knuckles
i wish i could scream like they could. its must be a great way to vent
my life is a haze of half finished memories, my ceiling, ringing ears from music thats way to loud and blood stained knuckles
i wish i could scream like they could. its must be a great way to vent