life.
carissa, this one's for you.was sorry not enough? oh, who am i kidding, it could never be enough. because we're the kind of people, that don't take things easily.carissa, this one's for you.
i feel the need to tell you i'm sorry a million times over. and oh darling, believe me, i am. i honest to god, hate this feeling. i curse myself for hurting you, because you're the only one that cares.
we have our island, but i think it's sinking. the dolphins are crying underwater. and the fish are drowning themselves. simple suicide. so i'm sorry darling, for we need this world to keep spinning.
have you told her lately?it is not monday and there is no monday depression no hollow bed for me to sink like a ship inside its blue sheetshave you told her lately?
there is no water but still an ocean birds with whom i must still contend
do you know what it's like
to wear real scars amongst the false? the ring of countenance unbearable but you are so lovely, did you know? did you know that i will never know anything worth knowing, i will never believe you when you love me, never understand why you'd like to remember me
i am a false feeling, metastatic like cancer a faded poe
new account. 
Tired
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There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
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thanks
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There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
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*Self-InjuryClub
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you deserved it.
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