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Sep 2014
Pursuit to be fragile and small
Pursuit to break
Oh god these constant ******* tears are the only consistent truth that I hold

Because time after time, delusion and trance
clears
and what's left is the ******* reality that there is nothing here

God i hate this body
I hate my words
I hate my regrets
so many ******* regrets
can't stop bleeding
bleeding

"Can I still get into heaven if I **** myself?"
white coat
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white coat  between no where and now
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