My old mindset
Its funny how a cold piece of metal can kill your warm heart. for some is head to toe with stories to tell. some may be frightening but bewitching. a little cut but a lot of warmth. not being able to feel is the best feeling. no thoughts. no pain, but forgetting everything in the morning.
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