It doesn’t really matter… At the end of the rope… trying to see the good in a bad situation seems so cloudy.
Its ok I’ll take all the blame I have no conscious so set your guilt free because you can’t save me. I am hurt and it doesn’t matter. Some times I wonder if this world is better without me…
I’m losing this battle with myself
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In the end.... in If you want to get out alive
- Aug. 18, 2015, 5:38 p.m.
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