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- Ingen rubrik
- You make me want to tell better lies.
- i'm sorry my insecurities ruin everything
- let this love become my torture
- Ingen rubrik
- Maybe then I could sleep at night.
- A tear in my brain allows the voices in
- There is no silence inside my head.
- watch my thoughts form clouds and daggers
- Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
- if you're a bird, i'm a bird
- Ingen rubrik
- Crazy days and screwed up nightsTons of crushes an...
- I was lost
- Sometimes, its the good memories that kill you ins...
- 2200.) I do it all because I want to die.
- Ingen rubrik
- You look at me, and you don't like what you see. B...
- Prozac Nation
- They don't teach you anything.
- And the stars just sit there and glimmer like they...
- Ingen rubrik
- let me fucking destroy myself, let me fucking disa...
- I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself o...
- I will never find my sanity, I will walk the earth...
- You try to feel but you can’t wake up
- for thinner wrists. for thinner fingers. ...
- The moment I saw you I knew it would be the closes...
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- Some things die slowly, but in the end they die anyway that nothing could stop them.
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