Corruptdreamer

I Hope You Both Die The Most Miserable And Unimaginable Deaths. And I Pray You Think Of Me As It Happens&Amp;Hellip;

I Have To Remember Who I Am! I Was Not The Problem&Amp;Hellip;

Corruptdreamer

The Whiskey&Amp;Rsquo;S Suppose To Drown The Memories.i&Amp;Rsquo;Ve Gone From One To One Too Many. But The Thing That Really Gets Meis How Your Memory Drowns The Whiskey&Amp;Hellip;

I Want Nothing More Than To Stop Breathing.

&Amp;Hellip; But The Worst Lie Of All Is &Amp;Ldquo;I Love You&Amp;Rdquo;.

He&Amp;Rsquo;S Your Mother&Amp;Rsquo;S Age, And Had You And Your Mother. How Disgusting Is That?

Corruptdreamer

Please Make The Visions Stop!!!💔😩😢🤮💔

Corruptdreamer

Violentwavesofemotion: “Art Was A Kind Of Demonic Possession. Art Would Dance You To Death. It Would Move In And Take You Over, And Then Destroy You.” — Margaret Atwood, From Negotiating With The Dead; “Temptation,”

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