the sweet sound of death.
thirty six.
I died for a few months, but I'm back now.
thirty five.
thirty four.
I can feel the colour running...
thirty three.
thirty one
i didn't eat for three days so i would be lovely
thirty
Music sounds so different since you kissed me, I cant to see what else…
twenty nine
what a mess, yes, this towns in tatters
twenty eight
cause sunbeams are not made like me.
twenty seven
‘oh you cant help that’ said the cat
‘were all mad here
im mad
your mad’
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