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they're fighting again, what's new at this point? i've got my mentality at gunpoint it's hard to hear my screams under the sound of broken glass i'm riding the train to insanity, first class running mascara, slits running up and down every arm dear god, i really don't think i can take any more my head hurts, hands around my neck realization hits me, i'm a ******* wreck what the **** looking for the labels that say flammable as i tuck a lighter in my back pocket wouldn't it be nice to see this all go down in flames?
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
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they're fighting again, what's new at this point? i've got my mentality at gunpoint it's hard to hear my screams under the sound of broken glass i'm riding the train to insanity, first class running mascara, slits running up and down every arm dear god, i really don't think i can take any more my head hurts, hands around my neck realization hits me, i'm a ******* wreck what the **** looking for the labels that say flammable as i tuck a lighter in my back pocket wouldn't it be nice to see this all go down in flames?
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
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