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Fall into her hollow cheeks what is left of her helpless hands bleed her until there is nothing left to bleed climb upon her neck until she cannot stand Roll your tongue in and out of her mouth Plant your lies securely in her mind leave her without a doubt until herself she cannot find So you move away and tread on water cannot mistake the ripples like cracked egg shells you break them so loudly they echo in your mind these friends once dogs scatter off to a better find no more loyalty in the face of fresh meat I don't blame the hounds the smell is too strong and the ***** too good My fault for trying to find solace with guitar boys in bands I will always be a once lost sister they speak of nostalgically when they meet another sister someone they used to know I havent changed; they have this place has, it is no longer home. It just smells like it. find bullet wounds in my guts I am spineless I ride myself on cowardice and pride I have blood alcohol of 0.5 Theres nothing left but pride pride pride Oh Theresa you carry your bible so well your hands haven't aged in this golden state the orpahn by your side could use a meal though the smell of dead animals and garbage trucks and burning nothing like smoke that has lodged its way into your throat you cannot un-lodge the dark black sticky stuff its poison gun blasts I thought I could face it I am a child  of nowhere
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Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
Nobody's girl
Fall into her hollow cheeks what is left of her helpless hands bleed her until there is nothing left to bleed climb upon her neck until she cannot stand Roll your tongue in and out of her mouth Plant your lies securely in her mind leave her without a doubt until herself she cannot find So you move away and tread on water cannot mistake the ripples like cracked egg shells you break them so loudly they echo in your mind these friends once dogs scatter off to a better find no more loyalty in the face of fresh meat I don't blame the hounds the smell is too strong and the ***** too good My fault for trying to find solace with guitar boys in bands I will always be a once lost sister they speak of nostalgically when they meet another sister someone they used to know I havent changed; they have this place has, it is no longer home. It just smells like it. find bullet wounds in my guts I am spineless I ride myself on cowardice and pride I have blood alcohol of 0.5 Theres nothing left but pride pride pride Oh Theresa you carry your bible so well your hands haven't aged in this golden state the orpahn by your side could use a meal though the smell of dead animals and garbage trucks and burning nothing like smoke that has lodged its way into your throat you cannot un-lodge the dark black sticky stuff its poison gun blasts I thought I could face it I am a child  of nowhere
Nuthin like comin back home.
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odi
American
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
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