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at least being an instrument means being held

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the cage is open.

you can walk out anytime you want.

why are you still in there?

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the wolf loved the deer

it ripped the deer’s throat out, and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection

i thought of you and me.

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the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t

your guilt will not purify you

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i hope one day god will tell me why being angry is so much easier

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I DON’T WANT YOU TO FUCKING APOLOGIZE

I WANT THE GUILT TO EAT YOU ALIVE

I WANT YOU TO DROWN IN YOUR THOUGHTS LIKE I’VE DROWNED IN MINE

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“You deserve better” is an interesting way of saying I’m not worth getting better for

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it’s been so long since someone listened to me talk, won’t you stay?

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and i love you so much, i’m going to let you kill me

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i wanted to feel loved without feeling like i was begging for it .

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i don’t want to just survive anymore, mom

it hurts

it hurts

it hurts, mom

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the morbid rawness of my wounds comes from picking the scabs.

if it does not leave a scar, was it even real?

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my sweet earth, you have humbled me.

i am so truly rotten. nothing could retrieve me back to life even if it tried.

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i am too big to be around delicate things. i pollute the air like i am smoke.

i would have mutilated the moon molten so that i could devour its pearly divinity if it guaranteed that it would make me a little less unsightly. i would have burned the world to the ground.

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they made a monster of Medusa as well.

hated how loud her trauma was.

couldn’t believe she had the audacity to not take it lying down.

they made a war ground of her body,

so she made one of theirs.

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april did give birth to me under a fruity tree, but i was born with chainsaw hands

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I stand right beside the corpses of modern knights who tried to save me by ripping this agony out of me. bodies on the ground, fallen in the arena of my handmade melancholy.