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shallowFuck the feel, Nothing's real not a second to spare for emptier eyes "it's whatever," he's right forever to fight, stealing our stars straight from the sky And who cares why as we cover our scars and turn down our eyes just turn up the music and dance out the lies sweat out the steel that weighs down your sighs Without it, we can fly The seeds we swallowed in pills take root in our spines and splay their fingers full and wide, &nshallow
by ~rhinestonemoonshine
something to write aboutSince when did I need something to write about, anyway? I miss this sound, the feeling of my fingers flying over the keyboard, all the little black letters on their little black squares right where they always are. Something I don't need to see to know. Almost like everything else, except the ground just isn't there. I'm not sure when or where I lost my footing, but I've been finding myself on my back in my bed again, lately. Staring at the ceiling, looking for the nothing I know is always there, the self-destructive haven that I crave. I've been scraping the insides of my eyelids, again, harvesting the images of what's come and gone and maybsomething to write about
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Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up
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Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up
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bleeeeghhhh
miss ya, :cheese.
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sugar were going down SWINGIN'
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~IDST~
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I wanna kill tonight.
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Taking different roads
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