cup cakes as you silk stain... lies vs. skilled syntax

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the other day i was going to say no to his lusting, and then i realized that afterwards i would have to what-if everything. so i got to the controlling, grounding, pounding.
we're watching rockyIII in calculus, and i'm flirting all the time with boys to old/young/idiotic.
stupid fucks all of them.
really, all i want to be able to say is, "i want you to take care of me."


life's too short, we all work too hard; at least there's what, boxed wine and cocaine? and WHAT. we do this because we're all afraid, at least i have the will to starve myself for five days, but damn those cigarettes.

i want it all to stop.
but i feel that no halt will be gratifying enough except death.
but the dead can't dance.

i want louis garrel and eric chang.
one night of love to put my head in a mess.
but those who come are not of their height or their frame, their habits or their hair.
the other morning i got really scared because i haven't gotten a nosebleed since freshman year, and while i was washing my face before going to class, my nose started pouring with blood. the entire sink was red. i locked the bathroom door and waited for it to stop. i was late to class.

listen up girl, and slow down.





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