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Mar 2015
boys make me tired boys make me ache boys make me want to scoop out my eyeballsΒ Β with silver spoons so I don't have to see the hurt I'm inflicting on myself

boys want attention I think they need it more than me. I want attention but I also want to be happy

people are mean fickle things
Inflicting pain to heal their hurt
They aren't nice because niceness burns and stings
Warped thoughts
Melted mind.
when did my guilt become your antidote?
Let this be a dream.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
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