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i. eyes on fire , i lit a match and watched you burn i don’t know how long i stayed sitting down . ii. when angels were still alive , did they look at the clouds ,? do they remember how they died ? iii. my skin peels in the green grass — composted , the fence rots and the sun shines gold , this is what they call "giving back." iv. blue tears leak like petals down your cheeks . . everyone cries with you. //
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
i just want to grieve but grieving gives me chest pain
i. eyes on fire , i lit a match and watched you burn i don’t know how long i stayed sitting down . ii. when angels were still alive , did they look at the clouds ,? do they remember how they died ? iii. my skin peels in the green grass — composted , the fence rots and the sun shines gold , this is what they call "giving back." iv. blue tears leak like petals down your cheeks . . everyone cries with you. //
im catching up on the cartoon steven universe and playing old video games. im so ******* selfish but what can you really do about that type of stuff?
unlovedprincess
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
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