

god said jumpmost teenage girls were busy spilling themselves into new clothing,god said jump
but not me. each day i was busy trying to keep you from running away.
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my sober voice would crack each time
the ground beneath your feet shook.
i remember
i never found you the mo[u]rning after
and had to wash the bed sheets twice


his name is charliesometimes he talks in his sleep and i neverhis name is charlie
like what i hear. sometimes he gets lost and i
am always so scared that he might not find his
way back to sanity.
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his name is charlie and he would often spend
his time wishing he had a more exciting name but names soon stopped mattering.
his name is charlie and he use to think life
was perfect, until realizing that perfection
was figmental.
his name is charlie and he tattooed the words
dont forget to love on his pale wrist but the sad thing is that hes a
by *Goro79
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she just sits there clutching
the empty hem of her dreams
like a deranged woman
cherishing her treasure and
she thinks, "this isn't too bad."
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If all is fair in love and war does that mean it's legal to shoot my partner????
thanks for putting apathy to your collection
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the epitome of epitomeness is yet just another metaphor
~pin-shao : sister-in-art til death do us part
=abstractdeviants are my friends ...
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