11/19:
i want to bite off my tongue,
and sever the beast.
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11/20:
let me trace patterns on your skin,
the stars will murmur jealous thoughts,
as i make them into constellations.
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11/21:
i am perfectly fine being alone.
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i want to be a branch on your dead, dead tree,
and watch myself become bare as you strip the leaves of me.
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11/22:
stop. simplify. your body is begging you.
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11/23:
"i cannot stop burning everything in my path."
her body is made of flames.
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part of me wants to fail.
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11/26:
the black beneath my eyes,
the red staining my lips,
the rust rotted insides,
i am nothing but a myth.
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12/4:
i wanna cry so hard right now.