The kitchen floor has seen better days, then self infliction of xxxxxxx injuries.
Cut yourself, and xxxxxxx cut it deep.
Broken flesh and xxxxxxx broken glass.
Telling myself he's going to be ok, ok.
Will Brett live to bleed another day?
I wish you quit telling yourself that you want to bleed.
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