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Lost love, love I’m losing Is consuming me I know there are good people out there But I’m scared of them I’m scared of people who don’t seem flawed But she is, and it’s beautiful Only she seems to be missing anger Anxiety, angst, and teary-eyed things Nights when I want to dig my fingernails into the soil And make it bleed. I’m so tired of polishing art But I don’t want to be a pretentious “artiste” Please darling call me a visionary Don’t say you didn’t get it Or you’ll be the uncultured one Where can I get a refund for the human experience? Uninstall interaction I don’t want to know what they think In fact, let’s pretend they don’t exist
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Oh How Vogue Of You
Lost love, love I’m losing Is consuming me I know there are good people out there But I’m scared of them I’m scared of people who don’t seem flawed But she is, and it’s beautiful Only she seems to be missing anger Anxiety, angst, and teary-eyed things Nights when I want to dig my fingernails into the soil And make it bleed. I’m so tired of polishing art But I don’t want to be a pretentious “artiste” Please darling call me a visionary Don’t say you didn’t get it Or you’ll be the uncultured one Where can I get a refund for the human experience? Uninstall interaction I don’t want to know what they think In fact, let’s pretend they don’t exist
lucymichelle
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
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