victrixingWhisper

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a bit of brutal honesty1997 / the roots of my family tree / are shallow and malnourished, / breaking through the Earth's sk
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an elegy for my failed relationshipyou had made this bed too quickly, / not realizing the sheets weren't fitted / and the blankets were
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coping mechanismsmy roommate likes to play dress up. / sometimes, she will look just like me; / other times, she look
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selflessnessyou wanted the universe, / so I started building the sky for you. / I hung up lights so when the dar
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masqueradeif the eyes are the windows to the soul, / then dress them up nicely. / keep all of the anger / thre
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relapseabuse is a picture that I am forced to paint / with colors I have never seen. / if I draw fists into
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beating a dead horseevery 28 days, / the human skin replenishes itself. / my hands are tired of building new homes / on
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another apologyI am the girl who cried apology, / and you, / the embodiment of naive forgiveness, / come running at
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nostalgiait is hard to love someone / while you're grieving / the loss of the person they used to be. / my br
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atheismas he sits in the pews between his alcoholism and his wrath, / I wonder if he feels more at home amo
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