Billie Vehemence
The Discount Jeffrey Dahmer.
Stare.
Oh, this is the classic 'It's 3 AM, and I'm sad' stare. Stare into the godforsaken mirror, that you wished you had smashed. Exhaustion. Helpless, is what you feel.
Three words that she never understood, if threes' a crowd, then one slipped away. Either way, this is where I am. Home alone, it's now 4 AM and I am petrified, well. Petrified would be milking it, correct? Let me to rephrase that. I am absolutely terrified.
Lazy attempts and swallowed pills of undigested hatred. Fully, disgusting, raw hatred. Hatred for her, but not because she doesn't like you, but for her taking your heart.
Is there a reason we're not through? You say you care. You say that you're sorry, but I call actual bull. I'm sorry...
Blue. Blue tears, blue screams get caught through a barbed wire throat.
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Oh, this is the classic 'It's 3 AM, and I'm sad' stare. Stare into the godforsaken mirror, that you wished you had smashed. Exhaustion. Helpless, is what you feel.
Three words that she never understood, if threes' a crowd, then one slipped away. Either way, this is where I am. Home alone, it's now 4 AM and I am petrified, well. Petrified would be milking it, correct? Let me to rephrase that. I am absolutely terrified.
Lazy attempts and swallowed pills of undigested hatred. Fully, disgusting, raw hatred. Hatred for her, but not because she doesn't like you, but for her taking your heart.
Is there a reason we're not through? You say you care. You say that you're sorry, but I call actual bull. I'm sorry...
Blue. Blue tears, blue screams get caught through a barbed wire throat.
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