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Sep 2010
sing to me, one last time I know you're voice isn't beautiful but it heals my soul.

tell me, one more time that you don't need me, because it kills every part of me.

don't you see i'm crazy just like you? we need help but wont let ourselves be saved

so we take each other and tear and rip the flesh right off the bones because somehow that's better

i'm sick. to my stomach. if i could, i would disappear into this mattress, and black sheet. it cant keep me warm like you do anyway.

i'm tired of fighting, done with lying its not a game why did i ever try to win?

now i'm stuck here listening to "I told you so" but they don't know, they wont ever know my love for you is real.

I'm young, you hit it right on the head everything you thought of me. but i'm not a ****, nor would i ever pretend to be that sheep in wolves clothing.

So keep the part of me and never let it go. Keep the memories photographed with detail of an exciting children's story. I know.. fairy tales aren't real.

This feeling, I cant get rid of, and I've been numb for months.

No use for a razor blade, The only thing to wake me up:
Is your touch.

be smart, listen to me, forget your heart. You wont be happy girl, but you might be better off. If its meant to be, let it go... it never comes back just so you know.
written 5/20/2007 by me.
Justine
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Justine  33/F/Pacific Northwest
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