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TrashTrashTrash
I will rip my skirt and cut my tresses, Knock over chairs and make you clean up my messes. A face on the screen, voice on the phone, and a torn heart stuck in the sink, Should I go ahead and stuff it into the compactor? What the hell do you think? Watch the pieces fly into my eye like clouds in the sky, What can you do? Nothing,they say--you have no choice, and so I walk away. Trash. This who


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Goodnight stars, goodnight moon, good night to everyone that loves me and hates me, Goodnight to all the people I've forgotten, goodnight to you,good sir and stop looking at me funny. Good night and fight the good fight in your head where nothing is what it seems, And wake up to a lonesome existence, an empty dinner bowl, a halved cup of tea, and a barren soul. She goes out of her way to be quirky; she does fucked up things in a vain attempt to be extraordinary, When in reality she is just a stupid normal girl that demands t
BANG
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Melancholy is delicious even when it starts to spoil.
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Linux users unite!
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Melancholy is delicious even when it starts to spoil.
I put you on watch.
I'll put up more as i can. And i'll be sure to share that one with you when it's done.
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"what in me is dark, illumine" -Milton
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Melancholy is delicious even when it starts to spoil.
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