“Her scent at the end of each bottle. Her imagine everytime the blade connects. Her memories when i close my eyes. How do i escape this hell?”
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watch me as i decompose
i won’t take your hand
i’ve got my hate to hold
i won’t take your hand
my heart is not my home
always seen too much
always felt too much
i took the weight of the world
on my shoulders
it never crushed my spine
but it fucked up my soul
“we the people”
you are not my kind
i will leave you all
behind
this, this is perfect anna :*
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I could go for a nice make-out session up against a wall right about now.
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