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clavicly
lemon pulp and injustice
you ***** gold glitter and compete in barbaric rituals in order to impress, erase   opinions made about you when you were 16 you think the world is watching but you have time to be little, it is okay to be little you cannot mold me i only retract when you try you break me down deeper crawling under my skin in hopes to push your needle fingers out and make me strong, fierce, & untouchable but it won't work it just makes me bleed and that's why you're leaving
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
I wrote this is May
A break. A busted tire, a glass vase, a fragmented skull, A break. Does a break mean there's something broken? How long- As long as a femur, as long as an anaconda, as long as a roll of blue tape holding up a picture of my face. How can you insist on a break, when you claim there is nothing broken? I want to scream, I love pain, I love rope burn. I love the leg cramp you got while you ****** me on our 1 year anniversary. But you insist on a break. What's broken?
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
leeches