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Explain to me, mother, why it is that I can breathe easier with his hole in my chest? It is about time that I realize I've done this to myself. It is about time that I realize I should give up. The waves crash against my thighs. The waves crash against my pelvis. The waves crash against my stomach. The waves crash against my chest. H hA haR harD hardE hardeR softeR softE sofT soF sO so what? so what if I drown? Let the reaper eat my stomach contents. Let Him drink my spinal fluid; let it trickle down his fleshless chin. Recycle my eyes so that I may see. Recycle my heart so that I may smile. Recycle my brain so that I may forget. Nothing's funny when you're bleeding.
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Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 9:05 PM UTC
For Giveness
Explain to me, mother, why it is that I can breathe easier with his hole in my chest? It is about time that I realize I've done this to myself. It is about time that I realize I should give up. The waves crash against my thighs. The waves crash against my pelvis. The waves crash against my stomach. The waves crash against my chest. H hA haR harD hardE hardeR softeR softE sofT soF sO so what? so what if I drown? Let the reaper eat my stomach contents. Let Him drink my spinal fluid; let it trickle down his fleshless chin. Recycle my eyes so that I may see. Recycle my heart so that I may smile. Recycle my brain so that I may forget. Nothing's funny when you're bleeding.
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the-silver-albatross
Norwegian
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 9:05 PM UTC
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