She said: Dont make me worry, son. This isnt the time to run. Youre always thinking until the thinkins done. Talking myself down gets so hard. All I know is I dont wanna die in my car. I cant get out of my head, just like its always been. Hes in the mirror staring back at me, smilin through his worn down teeth. I tell him, You make me sick, and the bullshit is getting think. Sometimes the hardest partis getting on with it. The war inside my head keep ragin and somehow the world keeps turnin.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 00:39:51 +0000
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