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Hydrochloric

My heart is curled in my chest, sitting low; it can't be bothered.

You and I are both deaf. You cannot hear me screaming for you and I cannot hear myself wailing "STOP."

Even the tips of my fingers cry out and good lord does it burn;

All of this is deliciously hateful and ******* it - it should be illegal to make another human being feel this way.

We are no longer a mixture dear, we are a solution. I am saturated with you. There is no going back.

 

Why do I want you to write psalms on my body in ink blacker than night?

Mark me up, please.

Cut, cut, cut.

I am whining and desperate for you.

We are inextricable.

Oh, you must abhor me!

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amanda-jerry
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May 28, 2013
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