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August 02, 2017
Again, no.
I thought, I thought… It doesn’t matter what I thought Not now. I thought, I thought… I thought you liked me I was wrong. I guess. Nobody likes to learn that The hard way. I’m angry, I’m angry be...
May 01, 2017
I feel like the kid in Teenage Dirtbag
It was fucking perfect, (As I knew that it would be) It was fucking perfect, When he was fucking me. I grew up gazing longingly At that delicious smile Of course he dated my best friend And I l...
April 29, 2016
Washed Up.
Boredom itches the backs of my eyeballs; the weight of self-hatred an anchor in the bottom of my solar plexus. I am beached and bloodshot; my nerves rattle with dissent at my motionlessness. I ca...
