it's a shame
This room is too tall. & the cracks stick out of the walls. Like blue veins on your wrist a deep pain in which you inflict… … the blood drips down onto your sweater leaving a stain, that you will not remember but the sorrow forever remains fixed in the scars, that are keeping you sane "it's a shame"
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