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Stop thinking it's romantic to fuck the girl who cries writes poetry at 3 am has scars cascading down her thighs. It simply isn't beautiful when she chews on her insides through alcohol and cigarettes beneath artificial light. Don't place your hand on her lower back pretending like it's fair. Stop telling her it's beautiful as she tears out her hair bites down her every fingernail til they're just bloody stumps. You think you'll help by listening with artificial love. A knock at your door at 4 am will surely change your mind. "I want to kill myself tonight, please let me in, I want to die."
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Apr 14, 2013
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