16:31 

берт неммон
социально неловкий



Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me?

@темы: мальчики не плачут, this is my jam, free meds, do u want some depression?

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