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*even if you rip my heart out, throw it on the ground and
step on it, ill still pick it up, dust it off and give it right back to you.........
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.
Calling sumone ugly > doesn't make u prettier >
calling sumone fat> doesnt make u skinner >
calling sumone a bitch > doesn't make u nicer >
talking shit about sumone > doesn't make u better
every soul is a mystery - faces change wat u kno grows strange &
we have so many faces that - the [ r e a l ] 1 often ___ erases
been in a pissy mood lately...........gimmie ur imput