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May 2013
i want to be someone's prom queen, princess, precious.
doesn't anyone know that i want to be told i'm going to be great?
i don't have any energy left to spend and i think that i've been
spent on. the view from 4 feet under is at least better than
the view from 6. that isn't a promise.
i've been sitting in the shower and still there isn't any
reception. i think that we're losing service and i'm not sure
what we're paying is worth it. in fact, i'm ready to give
up but i think that you're quietly holding fat.
and it takes two to let go.
our hands are sweaty.
Written by
Mollie B  degenerative.tumblr
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