you used to make it alright to be me.

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sleep if a bloody piece of shit. it's fucking five in the morning. i haven't fucking slept since thursday and my eyes still won't fucking close.


the morning can go fuck off.











i have a problem with constancy, weight, smoking, and anger. i'm being eaten from the inside out, some jagged teeth carving out my stomach.
there's nothing left to drink but the dregs. you swallowed the fucking key.




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