BLOOD STAINED & DRUG FILLED: Broken bits of glass
I don’t like it when you grab me by my shoulders and give me a shake, tell me to snap out of it, and tell me to leave. Because I still remember the time I sent you a text message telling you I was going to smash a light bulb and create a work of art. You told me not to do it because I might hurt…
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