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charmbracelett
my so called life (or rather the lack of it.)
May 12, 2009 21:34
You stabbed.
depan.
belakang.
I twirled one hundred eighty degrees.
one fucking tight slap.
that propelled me before I crashed and tasted dirt in my mouth.
I lay lifeless. Dead.
No one
really cares.
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