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I've started painting my nails black again and wearing T-shirts for bands I've never heard of.
I'm beginning to realise that all my dreams and fant..
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Every day I watch you. I watch you suffer, cry, struggle for life. I watch as every movement makes you spasm in pain and draws panicked whimpering fro..
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I've had enough of imagery.
I've had enough of metaphor.
I've had enough of that rhyme scheme s**t you love so f*****g much.
This is not poetry.
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I am the angel of vice and depravity:
Stains on my white robe,
Gently curling cold black hair with red tips,
Blood in my eyes,
Piercings in my b..
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You speak like you're a martyr to your own life.
Please stop talking like this. You make me feel like I'm the one who pushed your mother down the sta..
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This is not here for your entertainment.
This is not fun.
This is not a game.
This is so f*****g real, I'll cut you open with it.
This does not ..
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This was written very spontaneously, very late at night. Once again, it's pretty different in some ways to my usual style.
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I thought I'd try something VERY different in style and tone from anything I've done before. Depending on how it's received this may end up as the fir..
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As I run, as I hide, as I draw the knife, as I rob the dead, as I starve myself to lose weight, as I wait for the mail while curled up on the couch, a..
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Sometimes... All the time,
I find myself wishing that life was like a movie
Or that special page you read so fast but lose yourself between the word..
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