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Love, the toothpicks that built the architecture to my suicide *** the physical affliction my body hungers Hate, what swells inside and comes alive when I'm drowning in lies Time, I wish to slit that bitch's wrists and stop the fleeting chase of experience Space, where everything goes numb Life, impatiently awaits death Death, the only thing that makes sense
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 10:55 PM UTC
Sanguine moons for the hopelessly hopeful
Love, the toothpicks that built the architecture to my suicide *** the physical affliction my body hungers Hate, what swells inside and comes alive when I'm drowning in lies Time, I wish to slit that bitch's wrists and stop the fleeting chase of experience Space, where everything goes numb Life, impatiently awaits death Death, the only thing that makes sense
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 10:55 PM UTC
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