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May 2016
you are so far gone,
that
you might as well be
six feet under...
buried alive
or only half

alive
and still buried...

and i will spit
snot on your grave,
and clog my ears with dirt
and flowers
grown from your decay

say one more word,
and I might choke on
your fire
I don't think fire fits but nothing else does either. I've been triggered so much lately I want to die
cait-cait
Written by
cait-cait
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   Dark soul, NV and ---
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