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I like it when it hurts, a little bit- I like to feel some self-inflicted, irrational pain- I am masochistic turning the knife toward myself I am biting down on roses I am picking apart everything you say until your words are shards of glass that I dance on and then and then I’ll I will come to you when I start to cry and ask you to pour iodine on my wounds so I can kick you in the face because you missed my birthday.
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Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 8:41 PM UTC
Iodine
I like it when it hurts, a little bit- I like to feel some self-inflicted, irrational pain- I am masochistic turning the knife toward myself I am biting down on roses I am picking apart everything you say until your words are shards of glass that I dance on and then and then I’ll I will come to you when I start to cry and ask you to pour iodine on my wounds so I can kick you in the face because you missed my birthday.
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Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 8:41 PM UTC
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