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1. the walls are built of shapes triangles and circles and hexagons that do not fit together like we once did we are these mislaid figures now 2. the moon comes out at dark but when I feel dark I will not come out of my room 3. the oilcloth catches my tears now because you are too busy to notice that they fall it is like I am trying to hide the weather give a big umbrella to clouds in the sky 4. the veins are taunting me again 5. the password to my email is the last syllable of your first name how average of me to want to **** myself and keep talking from underground 6. can I still apologize for holding your heart hostage as a dead-girl walking
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
dead-girl walking
1. the walls are built of shapes triangles and circles and hexagons that do not fit together like we once did we are these mislaid figures now 2. the moon comes out at dark but when I feel dark I will not come out of my room 3. the oilcloth catches my tears now because you are too busy to notice that they fall it is like I am trying to hide the weather give a big umbrella to clouds in the sky 4. the veins are taunting me again 5. the password to my email is the last syllable of your first name how average of me to want to **** myself and keep talking from underground 6. can I still apologize for holding your heart hostage as a dead-girl walking
sarina
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
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