one hundred forty eight
9-1-15
My lungs fucking burn from running
But I'll never escape.
You feed the demons
That tell me I'm a mistake.
I don't feel real anymore.
- (m.m)
Wrote this yesterday.. When it all fell apart.
"I can't hate the ones who made me"
- you me at six ft oli sykes
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