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I'll starve to my death till you can play piano on my ribs so you can like what you feel. I'll take sips of bleach till you want to run your tongue through my teeth so you can like what you taste. I'll cut holes on my cheeks till they turn the colour of my lips so you can like what you see. I'll slide my hands down my throat till I tear off my vocal chords so you can like what you hear. I'll make a fool of myself make my mum feel nothing but shame call myself a different name so you can like me.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
So you can like me.
I'll starve to my death till you can play piano on my ribs so you can like what you feel. I'll take sips of bleach till you want to run your tongue through my teeth so you can like what you taste. I'll cut holes on my cheeks till they turn the colour of my lips so you can like what you see. I'll slide my hands down my throat till I tear off my vocal chords so you can like what you hear. I'll make a fool of myself make my mum feel nothing but shame call myself a different name so you can like me.
#hurt#change#pain#heartbreak#rejection
marorellana
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marorellana
22/F/Valencia, Spain
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
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