4.Burn This Scrapbook
Burn. I'm falling apart. You don't understand. Why should I
care？ I knew it would all end. The memories still run vivid in
my mind. I wish I could hear those sounds of laughter everything
falls apart right before my eyes. This light has faded away. All
I see is this dark cloud. And the ghosts of friendships past
have faded to nothing. How poetic the snow falls on a day where
everything we had was erased. Here I lay bleeding out my pain.
(Falling asleep from a razorblade) It never heals. It never
heals.
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