Nothing left to say. No inspiration. I can't think in times when all I wanna do is cut my head out, or hide myself in a hole on the ground. And when my ill overcomes me this way, the best thing to do is just shut up, and don't, at any time, look at myself at the mirror.
Blood…     How nice ^^

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