Sometimes being with you just kills me and i hurt i hurt like a miserable little bitch and i bruise i bruise like i want to like i scream inside scream as loudly as i can and i know you will still go and i know its just a big fat drama inside your twisted little head wish i could touch you that deep and sprinkle a little salt over it


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you came and you left and it hardly makes a difference and so i tell myself i hate how you are and i want to believe that your profundity is a lie your face is a lie