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I'm laughing and crying and dying a little bit more every day. Raw screams are slowly shredding my throat to bits as my laughter chokes me, chokes me. I'm appalled and afraid and I'd like to ask for a refund, okay? This game... I don't want to play anymore. My fists are banging on the doors without me realizing it, without me realizing it, until the black paint is suddenly covered in red and I'm terrified. I'm terrified.
My knees are buckling like crack-snapping branches under the weight of too much ice [in wintry death]. The red is splashed across the summer-blue of my shirt. It looks ugly, it looks like dying day. The sky's burning, the sky's burning. It makes me panic, I'm trying to rub it back to happy, I'm trying to get happy back.
I'm out of energy and give up, curl up, hoping it's over soon. It'll be over soon. I close my eyes and rock myself a little bit, whispering that I'm safe and I'm at home and I'm okay. My shaking figure is trembling like a leaf fluttering just before it falls off; uncontrollably. Uncontrollably. It's so pretty, the red and orange and yellow hues of autumn, I think.
Somebody's shaking me, hard. Somebody's yelling, yelling, at me to wake up, to snap out of it, it's okay, it's okay. I'm crying and my summer-blue shirt isn't burning anymore and the black doors are gone and I forget where the red went. Where did it go? I'm weaker than a bug, I collapse into still-strange arms and warmth and hope and tell myself that it was only another night. Just again.
My knees are buckling like crack-snapping branches under the weight of too much ice [in wintry death]. The red is splashed across the summer-blue of my shirt. It looks ugly, it looks like dying day. The sky's burning, the sky's burning. It makes me panic, I'm trying to rub it back to happy, I'm trying to get happy back.
I'm out of energy and give up, curl up, hoping it's over soon. It'll be over soon. I close my eyes and rock myself a little bit, whispering that I'm safe and I'm at home and I'm okay. My shaking figure is trembling like a leaf fluttering just before it falls off; uncontrollably. Uncontrollably. It's so pretty, the red and orange and yellow hues of autumn, I think.
Somebody's shaking me, hard. Somebody's yelling, yelling, at me to wake up, to snap out of it, it's okay, it's okay. I'm crying and my summer-blue shirt isn't burning anymore and the black doors are gone and I forget where the red went. Where did it go? I'm weaker than a bug, I collapse into still-strange arms and warmth and hope and tell myself that it was only another night. Just again.
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so they can
wrists
arms
legs
skin
[scars]
feeling of i don't
know what
to
do
so help them
the ones who are being
BROKEN
fucking smashed shattered open
know the truth know love
hurts but it should never
hurt
like this people hurt but they
should never (.) hurt
like
this
it's unbelievable
find the words to say
or don't
just sit there
nod and say yeah yeah i know
because you do know
how they feel
and you do know
it's awful
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it-she
there are feathers
clogging my blood
stream, but
they are really
quills jutting out
of my veins, making
the words
flow
and your eyes,
coals
deep down in
side of the entity
i commonly refer to
as me. i am lost and
i am dead and i am
dying and i am going
blind
so i must
be
living.
i see my reflection
in the mirror and wonder
which side she sees
when she looks at her
reflection (,me): the out
side or the inside -
i want to be
pretty but that is not
all that matter
-s to
me. waves crashing
on the salty sea-
shore and i worry will
w
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sanctify?
hello, let's glorify.
fishnets and lace draped
over
deathly pale skin be
-cause that's just so
fitting.
don't show the tears, don't
show her crying. (it has to be a her;
girls are fragile. gorgeously so.) just
let us see how her thick black
eyeliner has
run
down
scalding her hollow cheeks in
li[n]es perpendicular to her
bones. lovely.
don't make us feel
her pain. we don't want to
hurt
for her. but do, oh by all
means do show
it to us. we want to see her,
ensnared in
nightmares.
hello, let's beautify.
picture this baby. snap
those delicate wrists, thin
as fuck, green-blue veins peeking
through tender
layers of
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I really love it. And the way that I look at the bolded out words it made me read them and type them our by themselvs. For some reason I came up with this(I added one or two minor words):
Isn't that interesting?
Again, I really love it.
"It chokes me without realizing it. I'm terrified. The sky's burning, I'm trying to get happy back. It'll be over soon. Uncontrollably yelling, 'Were did it go?' Just again..."
Isn't that interesting?
Again, I really love it.