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it's been eight months alreadyand i could still trace the scarsthat danced up your arms asyour hands danced acrossmy body.it's been eight months a..

I'm the girl that no one sees,the girl who's constantly begging please.I'm all of the world's silent suicides,the one with stories full of shadowe..

so i'm sitting.[it seemed fitting, and…well, life is different now.]just sitting, nothing more.i'm falling asleep; i'm sinking into my shee..

i'm sinking like a stone in the sea. i'm burning like a bridge for your body.it used to be the reason i breathed but now it's choking me up.[die y..

It makes sense that I'd findthe song that makes me burn for youthrough the boy who keeps me sane.It makes sense that, in time,I'd actually mourn f..

I will hold a candle up to you-to singe your skin. Brace yourself... I'm bent with bitterness.I know, that's not yours. But your song died with yo..

but i'm breathing better than i have in days.and sleeping better than i have in weeks.i know who my friends i are, and i knowwho they certainly ar..

we're the kids who keep on quitting.we're the ones living our lives running.we kill the threat of smoke with the smell of rum [on our breath].we'r..

there's a chill in the air, it's settled into my bones.bare feet in the cold march air step towards a familiar place.i'm breathing better than i h..

friday, let's play hooky. we'll nap in my car.just let me be where you are.saturday, up at 2. we'll sleep in late.just let me wake where you are.s..