Stab a pen into my heart.
I'd love to feel the ink run its course through my veins,
Engraving themselves as letters,
But forming what shouldn't be my thoughts...
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Darkness And Other Shit That Follows...
PoetrySo, there's a lot of thoughts that run through my head, and I never really knew how to get them out. And so I wrote. I wrote until my hands hurt, till every demon was out of my head, and well, until I felt empty. So here are a few, don't let my dem...
