cut my wrists and black my eyes
a swirl of thoughts
a million words
i feel used
this isnt right
we have to save this fucked up planet
thanks for coming
and one of those three in the morning nights
with the god damned book for the 9th time
it hurts every time i read it
some nights i feel infininate
but most i just cry
we accept the love we think we deserve
a million words
i feel used
this isnt right
we have to save this fucked up planet
thanks for coming
and one of those three in the morning nights
with the god damned book for the 9th time
it hurts every time i read it
some nights i feel infininate
but most i just cry
we accept the love we think we deserve
posted by naxalite at 1:29 PM
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I wish you were here so I could tell you something profound but you're not. I'm sorry.
~Jacqueline
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