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The perfect manicured hand of a bitch's slap slap slapping The raw red skin on my cheeks The short pink skirt from hell swish swish swishing Against the long tan legs of evil The shiny glinting blade of steel slice slice slicing The long green veins on my skin The pure dark red of blood drip drip dripping On the crisp clean white of the bathroom tiles The big hard hand of my mother's bang bang banging The heavy frosty door of solitude The loud sharp voice of my father's ring ring ringing In the nooks and crevices of every corner The big black bird of night hoot hoot hooting on the thick grey gravestone of mine
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
Skirts and Gravestones
The perfect manicured hand of a bitch's slap slap slapping The raw red skin on my cheeks The short pink skirt from hell swish swish swishing Against the long tan legs of evil The shiny glinting blade of steel slice slice slicing The long green veins on my skin The pure dark red of blood drip drip dripping On the crisp clean white of the bathroom tiles The big hard hand of my mother's bang bang banging The heavy frosty door of solitude The loud sharp voice of my father's ring ring ringing In the nooks and crevices of every corner The big black bird of night hoot hoot hooting on the thick grey gravestone of mine
{24.06.16} Don't be a bully, it ends more than just a life. It ends faith in humanity.
sophialychee
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
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