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My mother once threatened me by saying she would cut off all of my hair like I guess she knows what my weakness is and I think I’m like that biblical story about Sampson All the strength is gone if I lose my hair I wish I could tell her all the reasons I ever lied but I can’t anymore so to my sisters: may the bridges I burn light the way in 8 months I’ll be officially gone so just keep that as a little reminder to be good you don’t ever want to end up like me I spend my days with my head in my hands and ever since I was little I’ve known I would die at 27 and I tell everyone I get close to and they always look at me like I’m standing on the edge of a building when I whisper this and maybe I am and there’s a white lighter in my pocket for my autopsy just like Kurt Cobain and Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix but maybe all I really want is someone to save me before I happen to fall I feel like I've been in air tumbling to pavement for years and somewhere in this time I've caught fire So now I wonder if I'll burn out or break all my bones first And if I'm being honest it doesn't really matter to me anymore
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
Autopsy of The Burning Girl
My mother once threatened me by saying she would cut off all of my hair like I guess she knows what my weakness is and I think I’m like that biblical story about Sampson All the strength is gone if I lose my hair I wish I could tell her all the reasons I ever lied but I can’t anymore so to my sisters: may the bridges I burn light the way in 8 months I’ll be officially gone so just keep that as a little reminder to be good you don’t ever want to end up like me I spend my days with my head in my hands and ever since I was little I’ve known I would die at 27 and I tell everyone I get close to and they always look at me like I’m standing on the edge of a building when I whisper this and maybe I am and there’s a white lighter in my pocket for my autopsy just like Kurt Cobain and Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix but maybe all I really want is someone to save me before I happen to fall I feel like I've been in air tumbling to pavement for years and somewhere in this time I've caught fire So now I wonder if I'll burn out or break all my bones first And if I'm being honest it doesn't really matter to me anymore
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
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