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You, you are the cause of your own demise shelling yourself away in a mere attic of your marvelous mind selectively mute & self-paralyzed. Shake your self awake now! I just can't seem to understand how such a beautiful soul can be so strung out of sorts when my tiny heart pumps all of it's oxygen to provide some sort of love & support. Heart beat, fingers on your pulse lets race our hearts till we've nothing but beaten pulps. In all of my small wounds I've made, remind me to fill them with salt. I've slit my throat here's your perfect American movie scene slow, merciless & know, if it helps you breathe- every time your name escapes my cracked lips, I bleed.
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
Yes, This Is About You
You, you are the cause of your own demise shelling yourself away in a mere attic of your marvelous mind selectively mute & self-paralyzed. Shake your self awake now! I just can't seem to understand how such a beautiful soul can be so strung out of sorts when my tiny heart pumps all of it's oxygen to provide some sort of love & support. Heart beat, fingers on your pulse lets race our hearts till we've nothing but beaten pulps. In all of my small wounds I've made, remind me to fill them with salt. I've slit my throat here's your perfect American movie scene slow, merciless & know, if it helps you breathe- every time your name escapes my cracked lips, I bleed.
your broken bindings have torn my pages.
biyoekii
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28/F/Canadian
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
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