koolthing

SO left tonight for the UK.
I feel like shit.
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When I carved your name in my soul there was nothing but release .. those moments of death I crave .. that release I crave .. those moments of death I crave .. as I stumble down this crooked path of misery sobbing .. choaking .. sobbing .. craving that death you offered so convincingly...scratched on those little scrolls. They are worse for wear these days, I've read them till the paper wore thin and blood and ink smeared.
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need a nice long hot bath.
some candles and incense.
a night of comedy and tragedy
and some time at home with the family.