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im a bag of meat scraps. you know, that **** they throw to the pigs, so it becomes a sick scene of hog eating hog animistic cannibalism i'm the girl with cobwebs in her hair and the bruises on her ankles that she claims she got from "falling down the stairs" the kindergartner whose valentine box is empty and starts to expect a life without love. all the things that go wrong in the world, all the mutations, and outcasts, i become them all. i am a breathing mistake and i am what the artists paint. i and you and we are beautiful
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
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im a bag of meat scraps. you know, that **** they throw to the pigs, so it becomes a sick scene of hog eating hog animistic cannibalism i'm the girl with cobwebs in her hair and the bruises on her ankles that she claims she got from "falling down the stairs" the kindergartner whose valentine box is empty and starts to expect a life without love. all the things that go wrong in the world, all the mutations, and outcasts, i become them all. i am a breathing mistake and i am what the artists paint. i and you and we are beautiful
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
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