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possibly the cheesiest piece of s**t i've ever written...

time slips, you lick my lips and still i feel nothing. your throat screams red for me, but your lies bleed a crucifixion of the purest lust, ..

Goodbye, stranger.

"who do you talk to?" "nobody." and it's true. you're no one. you're no one. you're no one. you'll do.

we're tired, we're poor, we're lost, we're hungry. f**k you, we'll be who we want to be. we deserve it all and you've given us nothing. ..

this is not living. this is passing time. every second i'm wasting on delivering these lines. and though i am coasting, i wonder when i will fin..

cheers for settling, for just passing the time. and, what the hell, let's have some fun while we're too afraid to give in to one another's signs...

these lines blur, you smudge them well. you drew them once, soon after we fell together. i try to read them, but they've faded so that only..

he is my god, you are my saint. i tried to replace him, you did not equate. i fooled you once, i won't again. i fooled me twice, two ..

i'm drunk. again. i can feel this medicine bleed through me. and i know that the reason i let it get this bad is to get away from you. ..