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Oct 2016
I wanna **** myself.
its your birthday.
maybe then
i won't have to see you
watch me **** myself on mine.

i spread pictures
of your past
so you can watch.

there are none of my own.

they're kept in a vault
called excommunicate.

something that never was
will disintegrate there.

goodbye.
Written by
mike
259
   Doug Potter and Bianca Reyes
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