self-destructive
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The scariest part of being alone is liking your empty home.
It’s a double edged blade made of security and pain,
it’s depressions bed at three am,
it’s saying “i’m okay with this.”
don't let the fuse burn too shortdon't let it burn too fastcause when that fuse is at its endwell that'll be my last
Don't try to hold me
For I am broken glass
Don't try to...
Please, I beg you
For everyone who holds me
They will bleed
And bleed
And bleed
'til they're empty
