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Ignorant, stupid girl. Whirl away from feeling anything deeper than the required formal, reaping. Plow forward without looking back Stack your bones into place and race to the finish. Diminish in the desperation that is eating away your entire, black soul. Woefully, yearn to be away from the destruction of your lack of a functioning heart. Part ways with your stray, lame days that tear into your skin Sin until you change your outer appearance Fear nothing unless it begs you to use emotion Bludgeon doubt with a mighty fist Wistfully break through the glass that is encasing your cryptically fluid wallows Give the dark permission to swallow any good, light, bubbly thoughts Be brought back to reality snap back to gravity and laugh at me, at you. Stew your lack of identity to the core let it bore you into a skeleton of who you once were before. Furnish that dark, deep hole that you now inhabit Stab it away, until you begin to decay And rejoice at your last dying day!
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Skeleton of me
Ignorant, stupid girl. Whirl away from feeling anything deeper than the required formal, reaping. Plow forward without looking back Stack your bones into place and race to the finish. Diminish in the desperation that is eating away your entire, black soul. Woefully, yearn to be away from the destruction of your lack of a functioning heart. Part ways with your stray, lame days that tear into your skin Sin until you change your outer appearance Fear nothing unless it begs you to use emotion Bludgeon doubt with a mighty fist Wistfully break through the glass that is encasing your cryptically fluid wallows Give the dark permission to swallow any good, light, bubbly thoughts Be brought back to reality snap back to gravity and laugh at me, at you. Stew your lack of identity to the core let it bore you into a skeleton of who you once were before. Furnish that dark, deep hole that you now inhabit Stab it away, until you begin to decay And rejoice at your last dying day!
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
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