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Aug 2014
if i am not good enough i will force feed those ******* letters that you wrote me,

that i framed, right down your throat.

eat all of those promises because they don’t mean a **** thing and i am ****** because i love you but i should believe that i am good enough.

without being reassured by you.
older piece but very relevant right now.
Fake Knees
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Fake Knees
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