I'm still waiting for the snow, I don't need you, I can go missing on my own.
In my thimbles on fingers to cigarette lips, I find the lining of flesh for abuse that we give,
They will call my name until it gets old, it will lose meaning, my body will mold.
Its a bad photo on my posters so when they found my body I took them down myself, because
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it went amazing! ive missed lj sm! *hugs*
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👋 hi again
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u never lose ur writing charm omg. i hope things are going super well !!
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thank you!! things are great here and i love the new place! im trying to get back into a posting routine xd
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