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when i was little , dad handed me a shovel and he handed me a dress. he taught me how to dress myself and then how to garden , to dig each hole in soft            flesh and soil.   ive grown up since, gotten taller, and can hold the shovel by myself , so i dig graves now instead . ive saved one for dad ,                                and ive saved one for me. six feet deep ,                         it’s a bed with no blankets and it’s perfect , and it’s mine — and i want to be buried in a dress i can button                      all                          by myself , because dad also handed me a shotgun.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
mom was buried in a different cemetery so i sleep with a gun in my bed
when i was little , dad handed me a shovel and he handed me a dress. he taught me how to dress myself and then how to garden , to dig each hole in soft            flesh and soil.   ive grown up since, gotten taller, and can hold the shovel by myself , so i dig graves now instead . ive saved one for dad ,                                and ive saved one for me. six feet deep ,                         it’s a bed with no blankets and it’s perfect , and it’s mine — and i want to be buried in a dress i can button                      all                          by myself , because dad also handed me a shotgun.
you've made this bed, now lie in it!
#grave#gun#dress#perfect#mine#shovel#flesh#garden#blanket#death
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unlovedprincess
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
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