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but i want to be the drugs he consumes to remind himself he's alive i want to replace his daily blunt; make the day worth remembering oh, i wish to stroke his scars; the way he wished she would i want to show him my wrists and have him read, like brail what this planet of hostility has carved into my skin too
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
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but i want to be the drugs he consumes to remind himself he's alive i want to replace his daily blunt; make the day worth remembering oh, i wish to stroke his scars; the way he wished she would i want to show him my wrists and have him read, like brail what this planet of hostility has carved into my skin too
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
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