I'm not trying to sound like i have baggage or anything, but for some fucked up reason, which I don't know why, I keep imagining slitting my own throat or my arms. I couldn't stop thinking about it on the train or on the bus. I don't want to do it, but the image is stuck there and i can't get it out. It really twists my stomach.
Orange Tan Guerilla
Don't nobody know my troubles but God - Moby

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