bury me
breathing hurts, lungs full of jagged glass crimson on my tongue, swimming in blood I choke on my words, they cut too deep leaving me a speechless crumpled mess I dream of my demise, how I wish to pass beyond the mortal coil, beneath the mud far beneath where my soul can't creep I want it more then I can possibly express.
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