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i can’t forget what’s been said
and this guilt i can’t shed
it still rings in my ears
oh get out the butchers knife
i’ve been screaming for years, but it gets me nowhere
just get out the butchers knife. -
Audio post reblogged from Stuff
sleep, my sweetie, let the days expire
they’ve outnumbered you
hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love
a red so deep we sunk. -
Cursive performing a stripped down version of Sierra at Amoeba.
i’ll never know who you are, and i don’t deserve to.
