When I'm high I'm high! When I'm low I'm low.
It comes and goes. It hits hard! it knocks down.
Time and time again I fall down and break
Time and time again I have to pick up the pieces.
There is no heaven, no hell.
Look behind my autistic problematic Then maybe you will see the real me !!
Who is that staring at me Blood red eyes a soulless smile so familiar!! So twisted and tormented I see the fear, the scars, the smell of dec...
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