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She watches **** at 3am, and has both ******* pierced her nails are like white roses and her palms like the thorn of every flower dead or alive I feel like if I *** in her mouth she'll keep me inside her forever I have to google "how to get hard" with every girl that's not her she's a dead head, barley leaves her bed keeps a rusted flask under her pillow and a knife to rip her beat up wrist there's nothing glorifying about her image It isn't beautiful the way she pukes on the floor and can never find bandaids and on sunny days she'll get this feeling in her stomach that makes her run to the nearest drug store frantically pushing everything out of the counters, looking for scar cream when she goes long enough without sleep she'll text everyone she knows an apology for something she did three years ago and I will always love her, but I cannot marry pills and blood and all the people know her as a crazy, crying ***** she was born with a different heart beat as she was counting days left, the other little girls were counting sheep
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Excuse Me Sir, I Think The Light In Here Is Broken
She watches **** at 3am, and has both ******* pierced her nails are like white roses and her palms like the thorn of every flower dead or alive I feel like if I *** in her mouth she'll keep me inside her forever I have to google "how to get hard" with every girl that's not her she's a dead head, barley leaves her bed keeps a rusted flask under her pillow and a knife to rip her beat up wrist there's nothing glorifying about her image It isn't beautiful the way she pukes on the floor and can never find bandaids and on sunny days she'll get this feeling in her stomach that makes her run to the nearest drug store frantically pushing everything out of the counters, looking for scar cream when she goes long enough without sleep she'll text everyone she knows an apology for something she did three years ago and I will always love her, but I cannot marry pills and blood and all the people know her as a crazy, crying ***** she was born with a different heart beat as she was counting days left, the other little girls were counting sheep
chemicalkid
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
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