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The mind of the Mell is a wonderous place, where familiar things become deviant fools. Lost is thee who dares to cross the path between the normal, and my life. In a place where i have become only as deep as the self that I've dug, I scurry to make quick fixes for broken hearts. Have you thought of a place you didn't know you're mind could take you? A place that seems so out of the ordinary from your frail hearts and infected lungs. The one place that maybe you can save this weak wreck of a girl that I am. She speaks from her heart, not from her lies, she sees the truth, but cannot get herself out of the hole she fell in. The essence of me is the girl in the corner, the misunderstood fool that finds comfort in discomfort. The desperate whore who would do anything for a kiss, especially from Her. Oh, you will never know, Her suicide lacks a pen. The essence of me is the wind in your hair, the blood in your heart, and the blade in your veins. I would do anything to taste your love, baby..



So take a shot of your pity juice, the only thing you ever had. While crime, punishment, and life carry on. I'll be okay, I just need to die again.



The essence of me is the anger child I used to be.