Helps, Not On Its Way
rub at life
choke at smells
burning of one soul
make the liver melt
nose, no achoo sneeze
please, help me!
i (I'm) melting, i (I'm) drowning
i'm (I'm) dying
maybe i'm (I'm) dead?!
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2016
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