Little Secret

May 11, 2016

BURNS

CUTS

SCRAPES

BRUISES

DOING

WHAT

THE

CAPTOR

CHOOSES

FALLING

DYING

HOPELESS

TRYING

TERRIFIED

CRYING

WISHING

HAD

TOLD

SOMEONE

LONGER

HAS

ANY

LOVE

DRIP

GOODBYE

LITTLE

SECRET

I'M

GOING

HOME

NOW

DON'T

TELL

THEM

I'M

GONE

DRIP DRIP DRIP

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