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Mar 2014
why is it that
I want to cut my throat
and watch the words unspoken
flow out of me
onto my white bed sheets?
just something that came to me today. I feel very low for some reason and I keep imagining myself grinning at the sight of a blade and how beautiful it would look on my neck.
blades DO NOT belong there though, you have taught me that only your lips do.
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