how can it be that i'm the source of my own undoing i'm a ball of yarn I didn't kick myself down a flight of stairs I didn't knit myself into a scarf I didn't sew myself to connect patches of a quilt to cover up my awkward sadness I didn't string beads on my body to make a bracelet I didn't use myself to make abstract mixed media artwork to display in an abstract gallery for abstract hollow artsy people to scrutinize and search for underlying meaning my existence isn't some ******* spectacle my existence isn't some
******* coincidence my means will justify my end

teenage boys make me feel like
a used ****** peel me off
don't call me back

You're right you don't know me anymore and obviously my text messages which leave a lot to ambiguity and interpretation  aren't sugar coated enough to show that I do value and love and appreciate you
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You're right you don't know me anymore and obviously my text messages which leave a lot to ambiguity and interpretation  aren't sugar coated enough to show that I do value and love and appreciate you
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You're right you don't know me anymore and obviously my text messages which leave a lot to ambiguity and interpretation  aren't sugar coated enough to show that I do value and love and appreciate you
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We cover illness with flowers
and flowers die

The inside of my mouth tastes like it is decaying
I hope I lose all of my teeth first

Maybe its just the scotch and *****
But there is a burning in my throat

Maybe it is Satan just making his way out

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