Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sickly Sweet
Sweet in a way that sickens my stomach.
Your hands touch me in places I want to cut out.
In my dreams, I'm running from you,
You catch up to slay my innocence.
7-11-11
Your hands touch me in places I want to cut out.
In my dreams, I'm running from you,
You catch up to slay my innocence.
7-11-11
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Sickly Sweet
Sickly Sweet
