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hush, bleeding hearts
you've made it hard to breathe
take no action, madman factions
be sure to save a seat without me!
oh, pointed guns!
please hold my useless hand
until i stop thinking
i know i'll never be pretty
but at least i can paint my nails
will you know when it ends for us?
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perforated skin marks
rip it off
my blood is thicker than my tears
"orni oakley killed herself sometime last year"
i think she asked for a picture once
i remember posing even though i was behind the camera
and it's orni and her friends, meeting high school ends
another stereotypical deeper-than-styro cut
perforated skin marks
rip it off
i wish i could've saved her
maybe in some universe, she's still right here
and i was the one who took her place
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picking up what you put down
my skin is fucked, my teeth fell out
my hair is growing but not in the way i want it to
written in blood on grad day cap: "i made it here; isn't that sad?"
waiting for me to "get better" like a terminal pet
"maybe if she can make it through the night, we'll never have to talk about it for the rest of our life!"
just throw me out when you're done
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god bless these melted bugs
i splay out on my scattered tongue
and thank the lord for crackpots
they make for wonderful compasses
god test my dumb blind faith
i feel you when you brush my scars
all day, you've been surrounding the back of me
i need a pair of eyes to keep track of me
i may get lost
and never be found
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boy scout
05:18
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and none of the pills that i've swallowed
can bring me back to life
can bring me back to life
and i couldn't make the off ramp
so i just turn off the headlights
so i just turn off the headlights
what do you think of me
what do you think of her
i can wear different clothes now
and i can tell that you're hurt
and i just seem to drag you
You know i didn't mean that
I feel so fucking weird now
i feel like you were so bad
and saying the okay i stutter
and i can't seem to breathe
and they want me to speak
and a few hours later I'm sobbing
and walking down the street
i stupidly feel relieved
it's not like this will change me
i know that it's a huge step
maybe i'll go next year
or the year after that
you can see right through me
you're really good at doing that
i wish i saw through you
there'd be so much to look at
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gypsy
02:18
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big teen drama soliloquy
02:56
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summer makes herself sick again
all dead heat and flash and burned flesh
taking up the pictures now
scatter around breeding grounds
optimized eugenics make for better diver suits
but that last damn audio diary is always so hard to find
calling out my deadname when i step out of line
pull my leash tighter to your spine
"can you make a bad track instead of seeing all these microphones? go home. go home. go home."
you don't moan like a girl and you never ever will
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all that matters
03:09
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all that matters now is that you're as okay as you'll ever be
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dumbabyss
05:04
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as the limbs danced in my bedroom
thought i felt a secret stomach
gazing out into the night sky
like some shitty teenage poet
who just lost their "one and only"
and puts doodles next to writings
little passages and metaphors that don't really land
shooting bullets through the mainsheet
that's all i can do in my dream
as you masturbate to joseph quinn with knife wounds while his eyes bleed
and i know soon, we'll be sinking
but at least our tiny bodies may be photographed and snickered at
by some edgy middle school shithead
the days you spent without me at our home
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sarah morgan Martinez, California
masochistic songs
nervous girlthing who was born with both feet in her mouth, and has never learned how to talk any other way.
you probably shouldn't be here.
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