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This time I'm writing for you

Did you notice? Did you notice the question?

 

I want it to be a velvety experience. First you cut off your fingers and then you bleed.

 

play.

pay.

or almost anything.

 

He wasn't that bad, believe me,

besides luck is not something god put in for me.

 

Star. for example, venus. venus in furs.

 

I just never mean to say this.........

 

 

i hope it hurts

hope i’m not the only one

 

 

Black.

Like a black on my back.

it hurts.

all i care.

care

care

 

I'm feeling so stupid. but they don’t give me that privilage cause it’s an excuse. no turn... no turning back.

So I’ll just tell them I was drunk

I was high

I was young

I didn’t know what to do

 

They don’t believe me when I tell them

They won’t understand

The the size of my unintelligence

 

maybe i could try and

disappear into

the forwards direction

tomorrow

my head won’t even dare to come with me.

 

 

-the fragile/ 2001-