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On nights when I'm not awake And the times during the day when I fall to dream I tear off my skin and play alive and laugh with people I never knew do things I don't normally do and conspire daring pacts with people that walk by, people I never really say hi to when I'm awake and out in the gray midday wishing the world was mine and mine only (And in the morning while I lie awake I think to myself, if that day I finally find someone sweet I may ask them to bash in my brains to mincemeat)
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
mincemeat
On nights when I'm not awake And the times during the day when I fall to dream I tear off my skin and play alive and laugh with people I never knew do things I don't normally do and conspire daring pacts with people that walk by, people I never really say hi to when I'm awake and out in the gray midday wishing the world was mine and mine only (And in the morning while I lie awake I think to myself, if that day I finally find someone sweet I may ask them to bash in my brains to mincemeat)
z-m-scholl
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
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