#when bert comes back to sydney im going to write this on a piece of paper and slide it under his door

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small simple safe price. rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. this is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals and i am not afraid to die. i'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight. i want the pain of payment. what's left but a section of pygmy sized cuts much like the 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