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when we became wickedWrite a farewell to the aliens / crawling up the back steps, / cross the threshold to post existence,
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Jan 5, 2014
nauseatingi'm fine / those words tumble out / of my mouth over and over
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Nov 5, 2013
****** knucklesits now that time / to pretend that nothing / hurts, but my eyes
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Oct 24, 2013
forget thisi don't know / quite how to / do this thing
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Oct 15, 2013
after thoughtthanks mom for shoving me full of pills / because i am "to hard to deal with right now" / well little do you know that outside what you
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Oct 13, 2013
factnever believe people / that say they will call / or text
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Oct 13, 2013
nailsits nights like these / where i bite me nails / thill they
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Oct 12, 2013
i'm coldwhy it is that i find myself alone again / i really just don't know / how many times do i cross peoples
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Oct 12, 2013
destructivewhy sleep / when i can / wander the streets
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Oct 7, 2013
drug addictioni'll admit / i have this drug addiction / and it getting pretty bad
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Oct 7, 2013
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