Cassiopeia
This is all that I can Discern
Copyright Cassiopeia
hate makes me turn, hate makes me burn
‘oh, it’s nothing, i just fell’
hate me please, i deserve hell
please no medicine, i don’t want to get well again
it’s because i never win, this is why i slit my skin
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