| You just can't stop yourself from loving him. |
Breathe

RitualA bare face stares back at me though the mirrorRitual
Beneath it lives a sardonically pure heart smeared with grime
A foul facade I put there myself
With careful consideration I prepare myself to square against the day
Furrowing thick brow I drape myself in ruefully joyous sorrow
With a sharp wakeful turn of the clock my eyes are cloaked in dark circles
And the whites streaked with veins
Another few turns and short stubble obscures my features
In the meantime light curls are bogged down by dirt of days
Carefully arranged it f


think of it laterHollow by thy side effects poison by thy game cancer be thy name eyes locked wide shut runs in the familythink of it later
both sides fathers of fathers the past is like cheap noir piece together the remains lies come to unsteady truth so full of holes the story will never be told secrets die with the owner still I obsess my love belongs to the whore my life belongs to lies. all tales I tell lie so full of holes cruel whimsy be thy god heart like ice head like stone eyes that see lips sown shut by pa
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It only hurts when I think.
And we all fly off of this absurd merry go round of self-piy, selfishness, and minimum-wage.
It makes me want to hurt small things.
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It only hurts when I think.
And we all fly off of this absurd merry go round of self-piy, selfishness, and minimum-wage.
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We do what we do because it's what we're doing- Andrew WK
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It only hurts when I think.
And we all fly off of this absurd merry go round of self-piy, selfishness, and minimum-wage.
--
We do what we do because it's what we're doing- Andrew WK
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It only hurts when I think.
And we all fly off of this absurd merry go round of self-piy, selfishness, and minimum-wage.
--
We do what we do because it's what we're doing- Andrew WK
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