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[__ladylazarus__]

i cried myself to sleep last night before 8
my black scarf around my neck
mourning
for the pretty thing i killed

the clothes in my duffle bag
smell like your house, smell like you

and this break won't be for me
i'm tied in knots inside myself

Comments

[rachelisanerd]

But you're my bomb diggity and I made you brownies so you would feel better because i love you so much.

[allomone]

Some things aren't so easy to kill; though they may not be as pretty perhaps they were never meant to be. Scars look good on some people, what about me.