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I had a dream recently, where you were ******* me, and it was so ******* hilarious, because you were awful. before waves, I used to imagine you being the one to anchor me until the chains ripped my skin to bone. before sun rays, I used to think you were the only one who could make my flesh burn and peel and never ever heal. before alcohol, I used to get foolishly drunk on you. and you. and you. i was a hunk of fish being hacked away by a unsharpened butcher knife. the hunks and guts splattered all over the apron. you used to say i was beautiful, and i guess i can’t believe it anymore because you ripped my spine out only to place the bones wrong and walking has never felt the same. this dream never made sense, like the rest of them, i swim through them with too much salt in my lungs and the ocean keeps trying to drown. Drown. Drown. Me. see you again, in a dream, in a wave, in a lie. the thing is, i sort of want you inside, but i only know you’ll crash.break.rip.stomp. and my skin is already mangled
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
sea sick
I had a dream recently, where you were ******* me, and it was so ******* hilarious, because you were awful. before waves, I used to imagine you being the one to anchor me until the chains ripped my skin to bone. before sun rays, I used to think you were the only one who could make my flesh burn and peel and never ever heal. before alcohol, I used to get foolishly drunk on you. and you. and you. i was a hunk of fish being hacked away by a unsharpened butcher knife. the hunks and guts splattered all over the apron. you used to say i was beautiful, and i guess i can’t believe it anymore because you ripped my spine out only to place the bones wrong and walking has never felt the same. this dream never made sense, like the rest of them, i swim through them with too much salt in my lungs and the ocean keeps trying to drown. Drown. Drown. Me. see you again, in a dream, in a wave, in a lie. the thing is, i sort of want you inside, but i only know you’ll crash.break.rip.stomp. and my skin is already mangled
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
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