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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better than i ever did

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knowing life is a scab, a crusty, bloody seal of a wound. and wanting so much to pick at.

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the fever broke and flesh congealed again. but on the other side of sickness was not where wellness stood.
August 24, 2005

can anyone actually save themselves. when they're drowning. when they're suffocating. can it actually be done.
April 22, 2005

there's time enough to learn to love yourself after you've given up on loving them. but you can't keep the world out. it's always there like a drity needle in your vein.
March 4, 2005

i didn't mean to, but i became. the kind of person that knows themselves so well that everyone else, they can only be strangers.
February 22, 2005

to move with the worm under the earth. without any need for eyes. nothing to see. just feel. feel the hurt.
9-03-04

gradually i watch it happen. seeds that become blades of grass poking from the sand. gradually i watch it grow in my heart like that.
9-13-04

all my loves are suicide. all my lovers razor blades.
5-28-04

drink me now. a sweet glass of wine. that love does ferment in the same way. grows more intoxicating day by day.
5-30-04

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i feel so lost. especially when the sun shines.
that it accentuates how dark. how dark is my life.
April 6, 2004

i should've tried harder not to be born. when i was still that fetus swimming in my mother's womb. i should've tried harder not to be conceived when i was still just that egg and all those sperm were raping me.
May 19, 2004

don't feed me full of happiness and then force me to throw it up.
january 18, 2004

living is just the slowest way to die
december 12, 2003

hearts make no sound as they break. quiet as an empty grave
november 10, 2003

connected. as the butterfly effect. gently a heart's wings flap and a tornado is born in another's chest
october 30, 2003

playing tennis with sex. back and forth go the temptations until one hits the net
july 22, 2003

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