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anonymousfq
anonymousfq
how many days a week am i in bed, usually seven, sometimes eight, i don't leave much, though i will for your touch, but that's never happening, so here i lie, another hour, bad posture, headache too, but i'll stay here until you come to me.
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
come
Seven weeks free, One slip, a sharp knife, Scars for life.
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
Slip
Talk of the town, Face of the day, Gossip of the night, Her eyes always puffy and red, Her mouth always wobbling but that doesn't stop her from being talk of the town. Talk of the town, Face of the day, Gossip of the night, She remembers why she's seen like a rat, or spider, and everyone avoids her but she's closer and closer. Talk of the town. Face of the day, Gossip of the night, A body is found in a river, Was it suicide or ****** or just an accident? One thing is for sure: She is the talk of the town, Face of the day, Gossip of the night.
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
Talk of the town
The pills slide down half a tub, Not enough to **** -- I feel too ill to take the rest, I throw them away, I won't go today, But maybe another day.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
Another Day
I fall onto rocks, Splatter, splatter, I'm one big mess, Splatter, splatter, I cry myself dead, Splatter, splatter, I've lost my smile, Splatter, splatter, I've lost my hope, Splatter, splatter, I'm gone now, Splatter, splatter.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
Splatter, splatter