Album: Shootenanny
This is one of those times, makes me wish I could ran back into your arms, makes me miss you so desperately I can't breathe for the vacuum in my body.
Makes me imagine taking a blade to my arms just so I could concentrate on an outside pain and not the ache inside.
I suppressed a breakdown on the bus by visualizing just that.
I will be my good friend; I'm gonna make it though.
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