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Jun 07, 2005 12:37

DEAR GOD,

Sometimes I stab my legs full of holes and wonder why I still can't feel anything.

Somtimes I look in the mirror and wonder why[why]why?

Sometimes I pretend I'm Barbie.

Sometimes I can see my veins before the blood comes pouring out.

Sometimes everything doesn't get put back together perfectly.

Sometimes I like it like that.

Sometimes when the bruises heal and the lipstick has worn off, I lay in bed holding a butcher knife instead of someone's hand.

Sometimes [onlysometimesbecausethere'sneveralways] I carefully pick myself apart until there's only marytr scars and doll parts left.

Sometimes I wonder why you want me [deadanddrowned] so badly.

Sometimes [butnotneveragain] I let you see reality for what it is.

Sometimes I put razorblades in my mouth and pray someone will kiss me.

Sometimes the cigarette burns on my skin look like diamonds.

Sometimes my heart stops beatings and I have to put on more mascara.

Always [neversometimesbecausethetruthhurts] & and then?
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