

when you met my eyes.i wrote letters to youwhen you met my eyes.
on the back of my hand and made up reasons not to send them i wrote ten lies to tell you when you asked me where i'd been and where i was going i wrote about the time i stood on the edge of oblivion waiting just waiting
for it to split me open and take away the pain but it never did and i left cold disappointed and thirsty i wrote my life
on a napkin at a restaurant and left it behind in case someone wanted to feel better about their own i wrote about how your body felt against mine &nbs


i was your favouritei was your favourite, and you always used me. you'd press me closely to your body, because i'd give you warmth, and you'd let me feel. i saw you at least every week, behind cracked doors; when the light would flood my darkened room. somedays you'd drown me in chemicals and burn me senseless, but i stuck by you, nonetheless. eventually you got tired of the holes ripped intoi was your favourite
my skin, and the cuts on my chest. you could have just thrown me out, but you were cruel. you tore me up and used me as rags: slamming my broken pieces into the dirt and scraping my face against the ha
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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menos el oso
how are you?
unfortunately my friend passed wednesday night
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menos el oso
i really liked it.
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(: that makes me happy thru the insomnia ^-^
love your stuff. (:
i'm gonna have to return the favor. P:
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i a m a l l fucked u p w i t h n o o n e t o love .
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