Thinking Of You
Everytime The Blood Starts
To Go Down My Arm
Thinking Of The
Memories You Made With
Me As The Puke Comes
Out Of My Throut By Force
Thinking Of Our Frist Kiss
As Tears Scream Down
My Face
Thinking Of You When
Im Lying Alone In This Empty bed
With No One To Hold ME Tight
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