-popping the cure until we're all sick of it.thats all.
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and i said no way.God knows the letters I meant,and i said no way.
buried deep in these bitten teeth or how the words should've sounded,
should've said if you've ever heard it slip.
There is no numbness, no pain to picture alongside images I cut, I swear. Just sins played, stale as plastic piano keys to sober up, to not give a fuck--
But the sleep of drowning woke me up, you're soaked, naked to the bedroom's sea. Its already eaten pieces of the sun,
now the rain's taken your body along with me.
by ~Xenogin
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Give Me
Rampant
Intellectualism
As a
Coping
Mechanism.
ENTER CRAP.
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Wants to die, needs to die. Needs to feel the sweet darkness of death that flows slowly into the soul, snuffing out the light. Doesn't want to feel that light tugging back. Its darkness that I need. Why can I not have it?
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