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i don’t need to be yours (and i know i never had a chance and never will)but if you could only know how much it would befor meto simply spend a ..
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The girl i likeis so pretty white whiteand she can vomit hands freebut she doesn't like me.
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The girl who sits next to me in lit theoryhas brittle bonesand pretty clothesand shiny white scars on her forearm.
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Sweet sugarCaramelVomitCute as Cute asPink asPuckered ScarsCurvy Lines andBusy Feetand FingersBruised inPretty PurplePatternsPodgy Kneesto Lean onwhil..
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i cannot write about the way i hate
hate hate
my body, my mind, myself.
i think it speaks for itself when i
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i don't understand how to pick up
these pieces,
her wonderful soul is spread across
my floor,
so many parts ..
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give us time,
we'll be tragedy sublime,
the queens of wasted time,
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your lipsare histo kiss.but, miss,i’d liketo kissthem too.
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This isn’t love,It’s blood.We can sit and sing and be,Until it floods,And runs out onto a carpet,Brightens the monochrome,Where I will lie..
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i keep a diary that i write in when i want to try and make sense of what i'm feeling.
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