Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head.
I can’t handle anymore phone calls telling me another friend is dead.


I miss your laugh and I miss your smile.
It’d be nice to hear from you every once in a while but you’re gone.


I will never be able to ask how you’ve been
or where you or or how could i lose another friend?
I tried to destroy me too.
Hell only knows what i’ve been through.

>>141941901 (OP)
>она кнн
Ну и правильно делает

>>141941901 (OP)

>попытался вскрыться
>задел вену

WHAT